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PREFACE. 


This  selection  of  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs 
was  first  compiled  about  ttiree  years  ago.  It  has 
passed  rapidly  throu<:^li  several  large  editions  ;  a  ad 
so  favourably  has  it  been  received,  that  it  was  not 
without  difficulty  its  publisher,  could  meet  the  de- 
mand for  it.  In  consequence  of  this,  he  has  now 
prepared  a  new  edition,  at  the  old  price.,  contain- 
ing upwards  of  one  third  more  than  any  former  .^ 
one,  on  new  and  smaller -type,  and  revised  and 
prepared  with  considerable  attention,  so  as  to  meet 
the  wants  and  wishes  of  all  denominations,  but 
jyiore  especially  of  those  for  whom  it  was  origi- 
nally compiled.  The  publisher's  aim  has  been  to 
make  this  volume  contain  as  choice  a  selection  as 
any  work  of  the  class  ex^'int  He  has  consulted  a 
"vast  variety  of  compilations^  many  of  which  are 
not  known  in  this  country.  He  has  also  received 
from  his  friends^most  of  the  popular  Hymns  used. 
at  camp  meetings,  prayer  meetings,  at  revivals  of 
religion,  and  in  the  religious  community  generally. 

T^is  edition  contains  all  the  hymjis  in  the  last; 
the  additional  ones  being  placed  under  the  misdel- 
laneous  head  at  the  end.  . 

In  the  opinion  of  some,  the  ccjipiler  should  have 
omitted  many  hymns  which  are  still  retained',^^'^ 
This,  he    believes,  'would  not    be  strictly  jSs.t/ 
Hymns,  like  all  other  things,  are  valued  accordji^,  j 


IV  PREFACE. 

to  the  pleasure  and  profit  they  afford— but  in  this  * 
selection  there  is  abundance  to  suit  every  taste ; 
nor  is  there  any  class  who  use  them  that  may  not 
find  the  principal  of  those  which  they  have  been 
pleased  to  call  their  favourites.  He  did  Qot  think 
himself  at  liberty  to  select  for  the  fastidious  and 
the  formalist.  It  was  for  the  humble  and  the  pious 
this  work  has  chiefly  been  designed.  It  was  un- 
dertaken for  the  edification  of  those  who  "  sing 
with  the  spirit  and  with  the  understanding,"  that 
it  might  be  the  means  of  inspiring  their  devotion 
— and  of  confirming  the  faith,  enlivening  the  hopes, 
and  increasing,  through  the  melody  of  Psalms, 
Hymns,  and  Spiritual  Songs,  the  flame  of  pure 
practical  holiness. 

Praise  alone  constitutes  the  employment  of  the 
sainis  of  God  in  glory. '  But  in,this  state  of  being 
our  praises  should  be  mingled  with  prayer— humble, 
fervent,  and  sincere.  Singing t^iables  the  mem- 
bers of  the  church  militant  not*only  to  offer  sup* 
plications  to  God,  but  also  to  anticipate  those 
heavenly  exercises  in  which  the  spirits  of  the  just 
made  perfect  shall  be  engaged  when  faith  is  lost  in 
sight  and  hope  in  fruition— when  the  saints  of 
God  shall  take  their  harps,  and  with  melody  never 
again  to  cease,  shall  raise  the  heavenly  anthem,— 
"  Great  and  marvellous  are  thy  works,  Lord  God 
Almighty"— "  Hallelujah !  salvation,  and  glory, 
and  honour,  and  power  unto  the  Lord  onr  God ; 
for  true  and  righteous  are  his  judgments." 


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CAMP-MEETING  CHORISTER. 


CRUCIFIXION  AND  ATONEMENT. 


HYMN  1.  P.  M. 

1  npHE  son  of  man  they  did  betray, 
X    He  was  condemned  and  led  away. 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  : 

Look  on  mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamJ^-like  led  along,1 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng. 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  l%ib  of  God  they  hung 
'^     Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  *Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nailed  to  the  wood ; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold,  in  agonies  he  dies  ; 

O  sinners!  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come  see  his  tort'ring  pain. 
The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd,  and  refiis'd  to  view  the  sight : 
The  azure  clothed  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 


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6  CRUCIFIXION  AND 

4  Hark !  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son ; 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O!  there's  none: 
He  treads  the  wine  press  all  alone. 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry, 
*'  Eloi,  lama  sabacthani !" 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conquering  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say,  "  Come  save  the  land, 

Come  try  yourself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierced  him  when  he  died,— 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
Stern  justice  now  is  satisfied, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 

6  Behold !  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet. 

With  loud  hosannas  tell. 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains. 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  ; 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains, 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains ; 

He  conquered  death  and  hell. 

7  'Tis  done !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made : 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood ; 
For  you,  his  tender  soul  did  move. 
For  you,  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  heighth  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky. 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  given : 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resounds, 
O  Zion  sing— his  grace  abounds ; 


ATONEMENT. 

I  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 
In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds. 
When  swallowed  up  in  heaven. 

HYMN  2.  C.  M. 

1  TN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
J.  Unawed  by  shame  or  fear ; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopp'd  my  wild  career.  .  ^ 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree  a 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair  ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
•  AVhere  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I'll  die  that  thou  mays't  live." 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue  ; 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 
.    My  spirit  now  is  fill'd. 

That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy. 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  3.  P.  M. 
On  the  Passion. 
1  Qi  AW  ye  my  Saviour !  saw  ye  my  Saviour ! 
kJ  Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 


8  CRUCIFIXION  AND 

Oh !  he  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended !  he  was  extended  I 

Shamefully  naiPd  to  the  cross : 
Oh!  he  bowed  his  head  and  died!  thus  my  Lord 

was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding !  Jesus  hung  bleeding! 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain: 
Oh  I  the  sun  refus'd  to  shine,  when  his  majesty 
divine. 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed !  Darkness  prevailed ! 

Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land  : 
Oh!  the  solid  rocks  were  rent,  through  creation's 
vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

5  When  it  was  finish'd,  when  it  was  finish'd, 

And  the  atonement  was  made ; 
He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalm'd  in 
spices  sweet. 
And  in  a  new  sepulchre  was  laid. 
€  Hail, mighty  Saviour !  Hail,  mighty  Saviour! 
Prince — and  the  author  of  peace  1 
Oh !  he  bursts  the  bands  of  death,  and  triumph- 
ant through  the  east. 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding  I  Now  interceding! 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live  ; 
Crying,  Father  I  have  died !  O  behold  my  hands 
and  side. 
To  redeem  them : — I  pray  thee  forgive. 

8  I  will  forgive  them !  I  will  forgive  them  1 

If  they'll  repent  and  believe  : 
Let  them  now  return  to  me,  and  be  reconcil'd  to 
thee. 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


^A' 


HYMN  4.  P.  M. 
S  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
.  Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 
Where  a  poor  victim  hangs ; 


ATONEMENT. 

His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore. 
His  limbs  all  dress'd  in  purple  gore, 
Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surprised  the  spectacle  to  see, 

I  ask'd,  who  can  this  victim  be 

In  such  exquisite  pain  ? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes  ?  I  cried. 
"  'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  God  replied, 

"  To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  Christ  for  rebel  mortal  dies ! 
How  can  it  be !  my  soul  replies, 

What  1  Jesus  die  for  me  7 
"Yes,"  saith  the  sufF'ring  Son  of  God, 
"  I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood. 

For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  freely  given 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heaven, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love ; 
Then  at  thy  feet,  O  God,  I'll  fall. 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 

HYMN  5.  L.  M. 

1  T17HEN  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross 

w  f    On  which  the  prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss. 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride ! 
Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 

I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

2  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 
Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

HYMN  6.  C.  M. 


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ONDER — amazing  sight !  I  see 
The  incarnate  Son  of  God, 


10  CRUCIFIXION  AND 

Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run, 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head : 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun  1 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud ; 
And  with  the  amaz'd  centurion  cry 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hopes  revive : 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  O  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 

Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee ! 
Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine  ; 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be ! 

HYMN  7.  P.  M. 

1  T'M  tired  with  visits,  modes  and  forms, 
J.  And  flatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms  ; 

Their  conversation  cloys : 
Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuiF: 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  best  company,  my  Lord,  thou  life  of  all 
my  joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue  : 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 
Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold,  nor  think  the 
darkness  long. 

3  There  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  sins  (a  heavy  load) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree. 
Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame. 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name,' 
That  knew  no  guilt  nor  grief  his  own,  but  bare 
it  all  for  me. 


ATONEMENT.  11 

4  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  passion  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears: 
Yet  with  the  sympathetic  smart. 
There's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  heart  1 
The  cursed  tree  has  blessings  in't,  my  sweetest 
balm  it  bears. 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  sufF'rer  tell, 
How  on  the  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell, 

And  all  the  powers  beneath : 
Transported  and  inspir'd,  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song : 
How  has  the  serpent  lost  his  sting,  and  whereas 
thy  vict'ry  death  ? 

6  But  when  he  shows  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  tire  : 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  wounds  with  more 
intense  desire. 

7  Kindly  he  opes  to  me  his  ear. 

And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there. 

And  tell  hini  all  my  pains : 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burthen'd  heart, 
In  ev'ry  woe  he  bears  a  part, 
His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand  my  droop- 
ing head  sustains. 

HYMN  8.  P.  M. 

1  mHROUGHOUT  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace 

X    Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  distress, 

No  period  else  is  seen  ; 
'Till  on  the  cross  he  bow'd  his  head, 
A  spotless  victim  in  our  stead, 

Caus'd  by  the  creature's  sin, 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
My  Saviour  kneel  and  pray  for  me  ; 

For  this  I  him  adore ; 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  passage  out  ^ 

Through  every  opening  pore. 


12  CRUCIFIXION,  &C. 

3  The  piercing  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  back  with  lashes  all  was  tore, 

Till  one  the  bones  might  see ; 
Mocking,  they  push'd  him  here  and  there. 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and  tears,  ^ 

Press'd  by  the  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  painful  came, 

Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their  game  : 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear. 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear  1  i 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dies  in  anguish  on  the  tree  ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell  ? 
The  shudd'ring  rocks  their  heads  recline. 
The  mourning  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout,  brethren,  shout  in  songs  divine. 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine. 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst  : 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher. 
Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir, 

And  laud  the  precious  Christ. 

HYMN  9.  P.  M. 

1  rpHOU  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 
JL  stream, 

Our  Saviour  at  midnight,  when  Cynthia's  pale 

beam 
Shone  bright  on  thy  waters,  did  frequently  stray, 
And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day. 
Come  saints  and  adore  him,  come  bow  at  his 

feet. 
Oh,  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  Hosannas  unceasing  arise. 
And  join  the  loud  Anthem  that  gladdens  the 
skies. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapours  that  fell  on  his 

head, 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed ! 
The  Angels,  astonish'd,  grew  sad  at  the  sight. 
And  follow'd  their  master  with  silent  delight. 


AWAKENING  AND  INVITING.  13 

3  O  Garden  of  Olivet— dear  honour'd  spot. 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot ; 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above, 
The  wonder  of  joy  and  the  wonder  of  love. 

HYMN  10.  L.  M. 

1  QJTRETCH'D  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies ; 
^  Hark !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 

See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide  ! 

2  But  life  attends  the  dreadful  sound. 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound ; 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes ! 

3  And  didst  thou  bleed, — for  sinners  bleed! 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 

No  ;  he  withdrew  his  shining  ray. 
And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day. 

4  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain. 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

5  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  unfeeling  heart ; 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move. 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 


AWAKENING  AND  INVITING. 


HYMN  11.  P.  M. 

1  QTOP,  poor  sinner  !  stop  and  tliink, 
to  Before  you  farther  go  ! 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  Vv^de, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command ; 
Soon  he'll  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 


14  AWAKENING  AND 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop ; 

For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 

Into  a  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  he  judgment  will  proclaim  ? 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  shall  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 
Will  fill  you  with  despair  : 

All  your  sins  around  you'll  crowd- 
Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye  ; 

Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud : 
And  what  will  you  reply  7 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
*'  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

5  B,u.t  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know  : 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up. 

He  still  forbears  the  blow  : 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come  : 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says,  "  There  still  is  room." 

HYMN  12.  P.  M. 

1  XT  ARK !  the  Jubilee  is  sounding  ; 
XX  O  the  joyful  news  is  come  ; 
Free  salvation  is  proclaimed, 
In  and  through  God's  own  dear  Son ; 


INVITING. 

Now  we  have  an  invitation 
To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb ; 

Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Come  dear  friend  and  don't  neglect  it, 

Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime  ; 
Great  Salvation,  don't  reject  it, 

O  receive  it,  now's  your  time ; 
Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

To  revive  his  work  again  ; 
Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

3  Come,  dear  children,  praise  your  Jesus, 

Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore  ; 
May  his  great  love  now  constrain  us, 

Hjs  great  name  for  to  adore  ; 
O  then  let  us  join  together. 

Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain ; 
Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  has  come  to  reign, 

HYMN  13.  P.  M. 

1  Q1  INNER,  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 
O  He  now  is  passing  by  ; 

He  has  seen  thy  grievous  thrall, 
And  heard  thy  mournful  cry  ; 

He  has  pardons  to  impart, 
Grace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fears, 

See  the  love  that  fills  his  heart, 
And  wipes  away  thy  tears. 

2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come, 

And  tell  him  all  thy  case  ? 
He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 

Nor  frown  thee  from  his  face  : 
Wilt  thou  fear  Immanuel  ? 

Wilt  thou  fear  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 

Has  shed  his  precious  blood  1 

3  Think,  how  on  the  cross  he  hung, 

Pierc'd  with  a  thousand  wounds  ! 
Hark  from  each,  as  with  a  tongue. 
The  voice  of  pardon  sounds ! 


16  AWAKENING  AND 

See  from  all  his  bursting  veins, 

Blood  of  wond'rous  virtue  flow, 
Shed  to  wash  away  the  stains, 

And  ransom  thee  from  wo. 

4  Though  his  majesty  be  great. 

His  mercy  is  no  less  ; 
Though  he  thy  transgressions  hate, 

He  feels  for  thy  distress : 
By  himself  the  Lord  has  sworn, 

He  delights  not  in  thy  death. 
But  invites  thee  to  return. 

That  thou  may'st  live  by  faith. 

5  Raise  thy  down-cast  eyes  and  see 

What  throngs  his  throne  surround, 
"\!^ese,  though  sinners  once  like  thee, 
"  Have  full  salvation  found  ; 
Yield  not  then  to  unbelief ! 

While  he  says,  "  There  yet  is  room," 
Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief, 

Since  Jesus  calls  thee  home. 

HYMN  14.  P.  M. 

1  TT  ARK !  hark,  what  sounds  are  those  so  pleas- 
11        ing? 

Sinners  wipe  the  falling  tear ; 
'Tis  love  divine  and  never  ceasing, 
Flows  from  Jesus  to  the  ear. 

2  Come  unto  me  all  ye  that  labour; 

Sinners,  heavy  laden,  come  ; 
None  are  more  welcome  to  the  Saviour 
Than  the  wretched  and  undone. 

3  Let  not  the  weight  of  sin  distress  you ; 

Cease  to  heave  the  plaintive  sigh ; 

A  hearty  welcome  now  awaits  you  ; 

"  Come  and  you  shall  never  die." 

4  Come,  ye  sinners,  come  and  wonder 

How  such  mercy  you  withstood, 
Parch'd  with  thirst,  and  starv'd  with  hunger, 
Satiate  your  souls  with  good. 

5  If  by  sin  and  sore  temptation. 

Heavy  laden  and  opprest, 


INVITING.  17 

Behold  the  gracious  invitation, 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest." 

Part  Second. 

6  No  longer  let  the  tempter  keep  you 

Fast  in  chains  of  unbelief ; 
Though  late  in  life,  the  word  assures  you, 
Christ  could  save  the  dying  thief. 

7  Mary  Magd'len  too  can  witness, 

To  the  mercy  she  recej v'd ; 
Then  doubt  no  longer  ofyour  fitness, 
Saul,  of  sinners  chief,  Ibeliev'd. 

8  Ho !  all  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden, 

Fly  to  Christ,  the  Saviour's  breast ; 
Receive  the  pressing  invitation, 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest." 

HYMN  15.  L,  M. 

1  TjTOUNG  people  all,  attention  give, 

X    While  I  address  you  in  Gcd's  name; 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend  : 
I  sought  for  bliss  in  glitt'ring  toys. 

And  rang'd  the  'luring  scenes  of  vice. 
But  never  found  substantial  joys. 

Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

2  He  spake  my  sins  at  once  forgiv'n. 

And  wash'd  my  load  of  guilt  away, 
He  gave  me  pardon,  peace,  and  heaven, 

And  thus  I  found  the  good  old  way : 
And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view. 

Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet, 
For  death  eternal  waits  for  you. 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

S  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 
By  fleeting  time,  or  conq'riug  death ; 
Yon  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark  : 
Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 

Must  wither,  like  the  blasted  rose. 
The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding  sheet. 
Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose.  \ 

B 


18  AWAKENING  AND 

4  Ye  heedless  ones  that  widely  stroll, 

The  grave  must  soon  become  your  bed ; 
Where  silence  reigns,  and  vapours  roll, 

In  solemn  silence  round  your  head  : 
Your  friends  may  pass  that  lonesome  place, 

And  with  a  sigh  move  slowly  on, 
Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass, 

With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown. 

5  But  O,  the  soul !  where  vengeance  reigns. 

It  sinks  with  groans  and  ceaseless  cries. 
It  rolls  amidst  the  burning  flames 

In  endless  wo  and  agonies  : 
There  swallow'd  up  in  darkest  night. 

Where  devils  howl,  and  thunders  roar, 
To  rage  in  keen  despair  and  guilt, 

When  thousand,  thousand  years  are  o'er, 

6  O!  fellow  youth,  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse, 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late. 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose  : 
Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by. 

No  longer  fight  against  your  God ; 
But  with  niy  mission  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 

HYMN  16.  P.  M. 

1  QJTOP,  poor  sinner,  and  look  yonder, 
O  See  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 
O  astonishing  the  number. 
Higher  mounting  than  the  skies  : 

Cry  for  mercy. 
Dread  the  death  that  never  dies. 

^  On  the  crumbling  banks  of  ruin. 
How  can  you  securely  dwell.? 
•Sinners,  vengeance  is  pursuing. 
And  will  sweep  you  down  to  hell : 

Then  to  heaven, 
Finally  you'll  bid  farewell. 

3  Doom'd  where  sorrows  behind  sorrows, 
Follow  on  without  control. 
Floods  of  vengeance  big  with  horror, 


INVITING. 

Without  intermission  roll ; 

Wrath  vindictive 
Overwhelms  the  guilty  soul. 

4  See  yon  sun,  how  swift  he  hasteth 

Through  the  circuit  of  the  skies ; 

How  your  golden  moments  wasteth  ! 

Sinners,  pray  at  length  be  wise : 

O!  he's  sitting. 
And  may  set  no  more  to  rise. 

5  See  how  fast  your  time  is  flying ; 

Will  ye  sinners  yet  delay  ? 

One  is  gone,  another's  dying, 

O !  to  God  for  mercy  pray : 

Time  is  precious, 
God  may  next  call  you  away. 

6  Now  's  the  time  for  preparation, 

While  the  vital  air  you  breathe ; 
God  is  offering  you  salvation, 
Calls  you  yet  to  turn  and  live  ; 

Boundless  mercy ; 
All  who  comes  he  will  receive. 

7  See  the  precious  blood  of  Jesus, 

Streaming  from  the  cursed  tree  I 
Will  not  this  suffice  to  grieve  us  ? 
Jesus  spilt  his  blood  for  me ! 

Come  then  sinners. 
And  Jiis  great  salvation  see. 

HYMN  17.  P.  M. 

1  f\  HEARKEN,  sinners,  we  have  cause 
yy    To  warn  you  of  your  danger  ; 

We  pray  be  reconcil'd  to  him, 
Who  once  lay  in  a  manger. 

Ho !  every  one  that  thirsts, 

Come  ye  to  the  waters, 
Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirst, 

Ye  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 

2  The  awful  God  who  made  your  soul, 

And  all  the  world  around  you, 
Doth  charge  you  with  ten  thousand  crimes, 
But  hateth  to  confound  you. 


20  AWAKENING  AND 

3  O  seek  the  circumcising  grace, 

Be  wise,  do  not  refuse  it, 
For  if  you  seek  your  life  to  save, 
You  will  be  sure  to  lose  it. 

4  The  cross  of  Christ  you  have  to  bear, 

Fearless  of  persecution, 
Or  groan  you  will  when  time  shall  cease, 
In  darkness  and  confusion. 

5  Come  all  ye  humble  weeping  souls, 

Who  long  to  be  forgiv'n. 
We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  you. 
From  the  good  Lord  of  lieav'n. 

6  There  is  a  fountain  deep  and  wide, 

For  sin  and  all  uncleanness. 
Come  drink  and  wash,  and  be  made  White, 
And  prove  the  gospel  fulness. 

7  O !  see  the  crowd  that's  trav'ling  on, 

In  paths  of  self-denial ; 
They  march  along  the  banks  of  love, 
And  long  for  your  arrival. 

8  Shall  unbelief  debar  you  from 

The  knowledge  of  your  Saviour? 
Believe,  and  you'll  be  justified  : 
Believe  and  live  for  ever. 

9  I'm  not  surpris'd  that  saints  do  sing. 

Or  angels  shout  and  wonder, 

I  would  sing  glory !  if  I  could,  J 

As  loud  as  mighty  thunder. 

10  My  night  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone. 

My  soul  is  filled  with  glory  : 
O !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  tell 
Love's  animating  story. 

11  Let  heav'n  and  earth  with  me  unite, 

And  sing  and  shout  hosanna ; 

The  Lord  has  pardon'd  all  my  sins, 

And  fill'd  my  soul  with  manna. 

HYMN  18.  P.  M. 

1  fTlHE  voice  of  free  grace 

X    Cries  escape  to  the  mountain  ; 
For  Adam's  lost  race, 
Chiist  hath  open'd  a  fountain. 


INVITING. 

For  sin  and  transgression, 

And  every  pollution, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 

in  streams  of  ablution. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  has  purchased  our  pardon, 

We  will  praise  him  again. 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  That  fountain  so  clear. 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jesus's  side 

Flows  plenteous  redemption; 
Though  your  sins  were  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely : 

O  come  to  the  fountain. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  ride  on, 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious. 
Thy  name  shall  be  praised, 

In  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight 
\  In  ascribing  salvation. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand, 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands. 

We  will  praise  him  evermore ; 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields. 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujahs 

For  ever  and  ever. 

HYMN  19.  P.  M. 

I  Q1  INNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
^O  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 
See  his  mighty  arm  made  bare! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 
For  his  judgment  now  prepare. 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 


22  AWAKENING  AND 

2  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax. 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 
Who  his  coming  may  abide? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 

3  Then  the  great,  the  rich,  the  wise, 

Trembling,  guilty,  self-condemned, 
Must  behold  the  wrathful  eyes 

Of  the  Judge  they  once  blasphemed. 
Where  are  now  their  haughty  looks? 

O!  their  horror  and  despair. 
When  they  see  the  opened  books, 

And  their  dreadful  sentence  hear! 

4  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 
And  our  souls  be  called  to  pass 

Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 
Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice  ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above ; 

Scorn  the  vvorld's  pretended  joys. 

5  O  when  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail 

Let  thy  love  our  spirits  cheer, 
Strengthen'd  thus,  we  shall  prevail 

Over  Satan,  sin,  and  fear ; 
Trusting  in  thy  precious  name, 

May  we  thus  our  journey  end; 
Then  our  foes  shall  lose  their  aim. 

And  the  Judge  will  be  our  friend. 

HYMN  20.  L.  M. 

1  Y  ADEN  with  guilt,  sinners  arise, 
3-J  And  view  ^'•our  bleeding  sacrifice ; 
Each  purple  drop  proclaims  there's  room, 
And  bids  the  poor  and  needy  come. 

2  Beneath  your  crimes  the  victim  stood, 
Sign'd  your  acquittances  in  blood, 
Hereby  stern  justice  is  appeas'd ; 
Sinners  look  up  and  be  releas'd. 


INVITING.  :S!S 

3  Mercy,  truth,  peace,  and  righteousness, 
Beam  from  the  Reconciler's  face, 

Here  look,  till  love  dissolves  your  heart. 
And  bids  your  slavish  fears  depart. 

4  O  quit  the  world's  delusive  charms, 
And  quickly  fly  to  Jesu's  arms; 
Wrestle  until  your  God  is  known, 
Till  you  can  call  the  Lord  your  own. 

HYMN  21.  P.  M. 

1  QIXNERS,  the  warning  hear, 
O  And  haste  to  Jesu's  arras, 
Where  love  and  grace  appear 

In  all  their  heav'nly  charms; 
No  longer  from  his  mercy  roam, 
But  flep  the  dreadful  wrath  to  come. 

2  Long  have  you  liv'd  in  sin. 

And  prizd  the  joys  of  earth, 
Too  long  delighted  been 

With  vanity  and  mirth  : 
No  longer  now  from  Jesus  roam, 
But  fly,  O  fly  from  wrath  to  come. 

3  Hark!  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice, 

His  promises  invite : 
O  make  his  grace  your  choice. 

His  name  your  chief  delight. 
O  may  you  seek  the  heavenly  home. 
And  flee  the  dreadful  wrath  to  come. 

4  No  longer  ling'ring  stand, 

On  Sodom's  sinful  plains; 
Destruction  's  near  at  hand, 

And  everlasting  pains: 
No  longer  from  the  Saviour  roam, 
But  flee  the  dreadful  vsTath  to  come. 

HYMN  22.  P.  M. 

1  ^OME,  O  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 
vy  An  evening  walk  becoming  thee, 
Now  whither  dost  thou  choose,  we  shall  take  our 
course, 
Up  to  Calvary  or  Gethsemane  ? 


24  AWAKENING  AND 

2  Oh!  Calvary  is  a  mountain  high, 

'Tis  too  difficult  a  task  for  me, 
To  indulge  in  balmy  sleep,  would  far  better  Buit 
my  taste. 
Than  Calvary  or  Gethsem?ine, 

3  O !  it  would  not  appear  such  a  mountain  high, 

Nor  yet  so  hard  a  task  for  thee, 
If  thou  didst  love  the  man,  who  first  laid  the  plan, 
Of  climbing  the  mountain  Calvary. 

4  I  had  rather  abide  in  the  pleasant  plain, 

My  gay  companions  there  to  see, 
And  to  tarry  awhile,  in  the  joys  of  the  world. 
Than  to  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 

5  Thy  gay  companions  ere  long  will  be  gone, 

Poor  blinded  souls  could  they  but  see ! 
And  if  ever  thou  would'st  stand,  on  Canaan's 
happy  land, 
Thou  must  first  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

6  There  is  no  pleasure  that  I  can  behold, 

'Tis  a  sad  and  dreary  path  to  me, 
And  I  have  heard  them  say,  there  are  lions  in  the 
way. 
And  they  lurk  in  the  mountain  Calvary. 

7  True!  it  is  a  straight  and  narrow  road, 

And  lions  lurk  there  for  their  prey ; 
But  thou  Shalt  have  a  guard,  yea  the  angels  of  God, 
Shall  conduct  thee  up  to  Calvary. 

8  I  had  rather  have  peace  and  live  at  my  ease, 

Than  to  be  afflicted  thus  by  thee. 
When  blooming  youth  is  gone,  and  old  age  comes 
on, 
I  will  then  go  with  thee  to  Calvary. 

9  There  is  no  time  so  good  as  youth. 

To  travel  this  mountain  you  must  see, 
For  when  old  age  comes  on,  with  its  great  load  of 
sin, 
How  then  canst  thou  climb  up  Calvary. 

10  O  conscience  thou  art  ever  making  a  noise, 

I  cannot  enjoy  any  peace  for  thee ; 
There  is  time  enough  yet,  and  the  journey's  not 
so  great, 
I  can  soon  climb  the  mountain  Calvary* 


INVITING.  25 

11  Oh  hark !  I  hear  a  doleful  sound, 

And  thou  shouldst  greatly  alarmed  be, 
A  blooming  youth  is  gone,  and  is  sleeping  in  the 
tomb, 
Who  refused  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

12  Alas!  I  know  not  what  to  do, 

For  thou  hast  greatly  alarmed  me. 
In  sin  I  have  gone  on,  till  I  fear  T  am  undone, 
Lord  help  me  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

13  O  tarry  not  in  all  the  plain, 

Lest  it  prove  a  dangerous  snare  to  thee, 
But  look  up  to  the  man,  who  was  bruised  ifor  thy 
sin. 
And  he'll  help  thee  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

HYMN  23.  C.  M. 

1  "DEHOLD  that  great  and  awful  day 
Jj  Of  parting  soon  will  come. 
When  sinners  must  be  hurl'd  away ; 

And  Christians  gathered  home. 

2  The  one  with  Dives  for  water  cry ; 

And  gnaw  their  tongues  in  pain ; 

They  gnash  their  teeth,  in  horrors  lie. 

And  wring  their  hands  in  vain. 

3  Now  hail !  ye  doleful  frighted  ghosts, 

With  whom  I  once  did  dwell, 
And  spent  my  days  in  frantic  mirth, 
And  danc'd  my  soul  to  hell ! 

4  You  me  about  the  floor  did  drag, 

And  caus'd  my  soul  to  sin ; 
And  devils  now  your  mouth  shall  gag. 
And  force  the  fuel  in. 

5  Perhaps  the  parent  sees  the  child 

Sink  down  to  endless  pain, 
With"  shrieks  and  howls,  and  bitter  cries. 
Never  to  rise  again. 

6  O  father,  see  my  blazing  hands. 

Mother!  behold  your  child ! 
Against  you  now,  a  witness  stands^ 
Amidst  the  flames  confined  I 


26  AWAKENING  AND 

7  The  child,  perhaps,  the  parent  views, 

Go  headlong  down  to  hell  ; 
Gone  with  the  rest  of  Satan's  crew. 
And  bids  the  child  farewell! 

8  The  husband  sees  his  piteous  wife, 

With  whom  he  once  did  dwell. 
Depart  with  groans  and  bitter  cries, 
My  husband!  fare  you  well! 

9  But  O,  perhaps,  the  wife  may  see. 

The  man  she  once  did  love. 
Sink  down  to  endless  misery, 
While  she  is  crown'd  above  I 

10  Then  shall  the  saints,  thro'  grace  combin'd, 

Drink  in  eternal  love; 
In  Jesus'  image  there  to  shine. 
And  reign  with  him  above. 

11  O  how  it  lifts  my  soul  to  think, 

Of  meeting  round  the  throne, 
Eternal  joys  there  for  to  drink. 
Where  sorrows  never  come. 

HYMN  24.  P.M. 

1  I^OME  all,  ye  poor  sinners  that  from  Adam 
S^    came, 

Ye  poor  and  ye  blind,  and  ye  halt  and  ye  lame, 
Close  in  with  salvation  for  mercy  is  free. 
Or  you  will  be  damn'd  through  eternity. 

2  When  God  shall  descend  with  a  shout  from  above. 
And  call  home  his  servants  to  bless  with  his  love. 
And  you  not  renew'd  in  your  souls  by  his  grace, 
Away  you'll  be  banish'd  from  Jesus's  face 

3  For  if  you  deny  him,  he  wiW  deny  you. 

Into  hell  you'll  be  lurn'd,  among  the  damn'd  crew, 
In  horror  and  torment  for  ever  you'll  lie ; 
In  vain  then  for  mercy,  in  vain  you  may  cry. 

4  You've  read  of  the  rich  man  and  beggar  also; 
The  beggar  he  died  and  to  Jesus  did  go ; 

The  rich  man  he  died,  and  to  his  sad  surprise, 
Awaked  in  hell,  and  he  lift  up  his  eyes. 

5  Seeing  Abra'am  afar  in  the  mansions  above, 
And  Laz'rus  in  his  bosom  in  raptures  of  love, 


INVITING.  27 

He  cry'd  "  Father  Abra'am  send  to  my  relief, 
For  I  am  tormented  with  pain  and  with  grief." 

6  He  said,  "  son  remember  when  you  liv'd  so  great, 
Dress'd  in  your  fine  linen,  your  purple  and  state. 
Whilst  Laz'rus  was  laid  at  your  gate  full  of  grief, 
You  had  not  compassion  to  give  him  relief. 

7  "  Besides,  there's  a  gulph  fix'd  betwixt  us  you 

see; 
So  that  those  who  would  come  here,  from  thence, 

cannot  flee ; 
But  there  you  must  lie  and  lament  your  sad  state. 
For  now  you  are  sending  your  cries  up  too  late." 

8  He  cried,  "  father  Abra'am  I  pray  thee  provide, 
Send  one  from  the  dead,  I've  five  brethren  beside ; 
They  hearing  from  me,  and  of  my  wretched  state, 
Perhaps  they'll  repent  now,  before  'tis  too  late." 

9  "  They  have  a  rich  gospel  that  spreads  far  and 

wide; 
They  have  Moses,  the  prophets,  and  apostles 

beside. 
If  they'll  not  adhere  unto  them  and  repent. 
They  would  not  believe  though  one  from  the  dead 

went." 

10  O  come,   ye  poor  mourners,  and  don't  you 

despair. 
But  cry  to  your  Jesus,  he'll  answer  your  pray'r ; 
He'll  hear  your  complaints,  and  ease  all  your  grief; 
He'll  pardon  your  sins,  and  will  give  you  relief. 

11  And  when  your  frail  bodies  you  come  to  lay 

down. 
You'll  fly  up  to  heaven  where  you'll  wear  a  bright 

crown. 
The  smiles  that  will  beam  from  your  Jesus's  face, 
Will  make  you  adore  and  admire  his  free  grace. 

HYMN  25.  L.  M. 

1  T    LONG  to  see  the  season  come, 

-I.    When  sinners  will  come  flocking  home. 
To  taste  the  riches  of  God's  love. 
And  sing  his  praise  in  realms  above. 

2  Hark !  hear  the  gospel  trumpet's  sound, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around 


28  AWAKENING  AND 

Behold,  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  He  now  is  knocking  at  your  heart, 
Waiting  salvation  to  impart  ; 

To  wash  you  in  atoning  blood. 
And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 

4  A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go 
To  realms  of  joy,  or  endless  wo  ; 

In  worlds  above  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns  to  hell. 

5  Come,  sinners  all,  now  warning  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake ; 
This  world  give  o'er,  leave  sin  behind. 
In  Christ  you  shall  redemption  find. 

6  Take  your  companions  by  the  hand. 
Take  all  your  children  in  a  band, 
And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call ; 
He'll  pardon,  bless,  and  save  you  all. 

7  When  the  great  day  of  Christ  shall  come, 
And  he  collects  his  Jewels  home, 

On  Zion's  mount  we  then  shall  stand. 
And  join  the  bright  angelic  band. 

HYMN  26.  P.  M. 

1  "jl/TY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
ItX  Fly  swiftly  as  the  wheeling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole. 
Time  like  the  tide  its  motions  keep 
Till  I  shall  launch  into  the  deep. 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  scene ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly- 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
While  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

That  thou  must  groan  and  die. 

3  And  must  ray  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live  and  cease  to  think! 

It  cannot,  cannot  be ! 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die, 
Where  wilt  thou  go,  where  wilt  thou  fly. 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free. 


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4  Long  ere  the  sun  has  run  his  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot : 
Alas  one  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  have  roU'd  between 

I  may  be  quite  forgot. 

5  A  heaven,  a  hell,  and  these  alone. 
Beyond  the  present  world  are  known ; 

There  is  no  middle  state. 
To-day  obey  the  call  divine  ; 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

HYMN27.  L.M. 

1  TJEHOLD,  a  stranger  at  the  door; 

X3  He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before, 
Has  waited  Jong,  is  waiting  still ; 
You  use  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will — the  very  friend  you  need : 
The  man  of  Nazareth  is  he. 
With  garments  dy'd,  from  Calvary. 

3  O,  lovely  attitude !  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  open  hands : 
O,  matchless  kindness !  and  he  shows 
That  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine. 
Turn  out  that  hateful  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

HYMN  28.  P.  M. 

1  TVrO  words  can  declare,  nor  fanc/can  paint, 
Xll    What  rage  and  despair,  what  hopeless  com- 
plaint, 

Fill  Satan's  dark  dwelling,  that  prison  beneath, 
What  weeping  and  yelling,  and  gnashing  of  teeth. 

2  Yet  sinners  will  choose  this  dreadful  abode, 
Each  madly  pursues  the  dangerous  road, 
Though  God  gives  them  warning  they  onward 

will  go. 
They  answer  with  scorning,  and  rush  into  woe. 


30  PENITENTIAL. 

3  How  sad  to  behold,  the  rich  and  the  poor. 
The  young  and  the  old,  all  blindly  secure  ! 
All  posting  to  ruin,  refusing  to  stop ; — 

Ah !  think  what  you're  doing  while  yet  there  is 
hope! 

4  How  weak  is  your  hand,  to  fight  with  the  Lord  ! 
How  can  you  withstand,  the  edge  of  his  sword? 
What  hope  of  escaping,  for  those  who  oppose, 
When  hell  is  wide  gaping,  to  swallow  his  foes  ? 

5  How  oft  have  you  dared  the  Lord  to  his  face. 
Yet  still  you  are  spared  to  hear  of  his  grace  ! 
Oh,  pray  for  repentance  and  life-giving  faith. 
Before  the  just  sentence  consign  you  to  death. 

6  It  is  not  too  late  to  Jesus  to  flee, 

His  mercy  is  great,  his  pardon  is  free  ! 

His  blood  has  such  virtue  for  all  that  believe, 

That  nothing  can  hurt  you,  if  him  you  receive. 


PENITENTIAL. 


HYMN29.L.  M. 


1  TTAIL!  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 
JjL  The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  : 
Hail !  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought,  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Despised  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Enwrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light. 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race. 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  lo !  the  eternal  counsel  ran, 

"  Almighty  love  arrests  the  man  !" , 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 


PENITENTIAL.  31 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  ^7iew, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew  ; 

Stern  justice  cried  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place, 

6  But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy  for  my  soul  api)ear'd  ; 
She  led  me  on  a  pleasant  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding  place. 

7  Should  sevenfold  storms  of  thunder  roll. 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole. 
No  thunderbolt  shall  daunt  my  face. 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

8  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell, 

That  might  have  crush'd  a  world  to  hell : 
He  bore  it  for  a  sinful  race. 
And  thus  became  a  hiding  place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Zion's  coast ; 
There  I  shall  sing  a  song  of  grace. 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place. 

HYMN  30.  P.  M. 

1  \  WAKED  by  Sinai's  awfiil  sound, 

J\.  My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  was  found, 

I  knew  not  what  to  do ; 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  in  endless  wo. 

2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near ; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain  ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  Then  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled  ; 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find ; 
This  fearful  truth  I  found  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelmed  my  troubled  mind. 


32  ^  PENITENTIAL. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load  : 
Alas  !  I  heard  and  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  : 
But  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  passed  that  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move ; 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again. 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew. 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew,   - 

And  loftier  sounds  did  raise : 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain; 
Unnumbered  millions  born  again, 

Shall  shout  thy  endless  praise. 

HYMN  31.  L  M. 

1  f\ii !  give  me  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
V/  My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn  ; 
Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see, 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

2  O  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height. 
And  gaze  upon  that  wond'rous  sight ; 
O  that  with  Salem's  daughters,  I, 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3  I'd  hang  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
Lord,  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die  ! 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne. 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

4  Father  of  mercy !  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son, 
And  with  my  broken  heart  comply ; 
O  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die. 


PENITENTIAL.  33 

5  O  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 

If  thou  would'st  ease  me  of  my  guilt ; 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry. 
And  give  me  Jesus  or  I  die. 

6  O  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell, 
Or  else  with  devils  I  must  dwell ; 
Oh !  might  I  enter,  now  I'm  come ; 
Lord  Jesus  save,  or  I  am  gone. 

HYMN  32.  P.  M. 

1  I^OME,  my  soul,  and  let  us  try, 
vy  For  a  little  season, 

Ev'ry  burden  to  lay  by, 

Come,  and  let  us  reason. 
What  is  this  that  casts  you  down  ? 

Who  are  those  that  grieve  you  ? 
Speak  and  let  the  worst  be  known  : 

Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

2  Christ  by  faith  I  sometimes  see, 

Then  it  doth  relieve  me  : 
But  my  sins  return  again, 

They  are  they  that  grieve  me ; 
Troubled  like  the  restless  sea, 

Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful, 
Plung'd  in  sin,  a  sore  disease, 

How  can  I  be  cheerful ! 

3  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore. 

In  the  gloomy  garden, 
Sweating  blood  from  every  pore. 

To  procure  thy  pardon. 
See  him  stretch'd  upon  the  wood. 

In  that  suffering  station. 
Bearing  all  the  will  of  God, 

To  procure  salvation. 

4  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 

Leave  it  with  the  Saviour  ; 
He,  (whose  hands  for  thee  were  bor'd,) 

Can  and  will  deliver. 
Why  should  sorrows  bow  thee  down, 

Trials  or  temptation  ? 
Is  not  Clu*ist  upon  the  throne, 

Still  thy  strong  salvation  ? 
C 


34  PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN  33.  C.  M. 

1  /^OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
\J  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd ; 

And  make  this  last  resolve  : — 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 

Have  like  a  mountain  rose : 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  me  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sov 'reign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  my  gracious  king  approach. 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  a  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  he'll  hear  my  prayer: 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray. 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can't  but  perish  if  I  go : 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 

HYMN  34.  C.  M. 

1  TJEHOLD  the  wretch,  whose  lust  and  wine 
Jl>  Had  wasted  his  estate. 

He  begs  a  share  among  the  swine. 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat ! 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

*'  I  starve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
My  father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue, 

Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong. 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 


PENITENTIAL.  35 

4  He  said,  and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 

To  seek  his  father's  love  ; 

The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embraced  and  kiss'd  his  son  ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  breaks 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin," 

The  father  gives  command  : 

Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 

With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain, 

Let  joy  and  mirth  abound ; 
My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again  ; 
Was  lost,  and  now  is  found." 

HYMN  35.  CM. 

1  A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
jljL  Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burden 'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  press'd ; 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  "  thou  hast  died." 

5  O  wond'rous  love!  to  bleed  and  die', 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame  ; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  1, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  "  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul  be  still, 

My  promis'd  grace  receive ; 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks,  I  must,  I  will, 
^I  can,  I  do  believe. 


86  PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN  36.  P.  M. 

1  "TINCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Xi  Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 

I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine. 

Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load  ; 

All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song. 
And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease, 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply, 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Speak,  Saviour  !  for  sweet  is  thy  voice  ; 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold  ; 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 

My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

3  If  sometimes  I  strive  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep. 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return. 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight. 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
**■  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  ; 

Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

4  Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  design'd 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me ; 
Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee. 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  to/er; 
Come,  succour  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 

HYMN  37.  P.  M. 

1  "lyfAY,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Jl\    Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah  I  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name> 


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PENITENTIAL.  37 


Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace  thy  power  defy : 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free ; 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  years  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen, 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  ev'ry  need ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past. 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  7 

7  No— I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold : 
I  can  no  denial  take. 

When  I  plead  for  Jesu's  sake. 

HYMN  38.  P.  M. 

1  TT  OW  lost  was  my  condition 
JlI  'Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ; 
There  is  but  one  physician 

Can  cure  a  sin -sick  soul : 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatciied  me  from  the  grave 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  to  sin, 
On  every  part  it  seizes. 

But  rages  most  within  : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness  all  combin'd, 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 


38  PENITENTIAL. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  sought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me. 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  physician, 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace,) 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case  : 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd ; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him, 

I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  then,  to  this  physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give. 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only  look  and  live. 

HYMN  39.  P.  M. 

1  1^  NCOUR AGED  by  thy  word 
M-J  Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door : 
No  hand,  no  heart,  O  Lord !  but  thine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  The  beggar's  usual  plea. 

Relief  from  men  to  gain. 
If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  would'st  disdain  ; 
But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

3  I  have  no  right  to  say, 

That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
When  I  possessed  more  ; 


PENITENTIAL.  39 

Tliou  knowest  from  my  very  birth 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  eatth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess, 

As  beggars  often  do, 
Though  great  is  my  distress, 

My  faults  have  been  but  few  ; 
If  thou  should'st  leave  my  soul  to  starve, 
It  would  be  what  I  should  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 

I  never  begg'd  before, 
And  if  thou  now  befriend, 

I'll  trouble  thee  no  more : 
Thou  often  hast  reliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 

For  such  a  wretch  as  I, 
No  less  than  children's  food, 

My  soul  can  satisfy  : 
O  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go. 
Until  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be, 

Thy  bounties  to  conceal 
From  others,  who  like  me. 

Their  wants  and  hunger  feel ; 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  ten  thousand  more. 

8  Thy  ways,  thou  only  wise, 

Our  ways  arnd  thoughts  transcend^ 
Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  the  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  hear, 
But  God  receives  the  beggar's  prayer. 

HYMN  40.  C.  M. 

1   T  ESUS !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend ; 
ftj    As  such  I  look  to  thee  ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
O  Lord !  remember  me. 
g  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 
Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 


40  PENITENTIAL. 

3  Thou  wondrous  advocate  with  God ! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee ; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
O  Lord !  remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  jjuilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free ; 
Then,  in  thy  all  abounding  grace, 

0  Lord!  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppressed  I  be  ; 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  great  Redeemer,  God  I 

1  pray,  remember  me. 

HYMN  41.  P.  M. 

1  Tr|EAR  Jesus !  here  comes  and  knocks  at  thy 
3J      door, 

A  beggar  for  crumbs,  distressed  and  poor, 
Blind,  lame,  and  forsaken,  all  roll'd  in  his  blood, 
At  last  overtaken  when  running  from  God. 

2  To  ask  children's  bread  I  dare  not  presume, 
But,  Lord,  to  be  fed  with  fragments  I  come; 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table  O  let  me  obtain, 
For  lo !  thou  art  able  my  wants  to  sustain. 

3  I  own  I  deserve  no  favour  to  see, 

So  long  did  I  swerve  and  wander  from  thee, 
Till  brought  by  affliction  my  follies  to  mourn ; 
Now  under  conviction  to  thee  I  return. 

4  For  since  thou  hast  said,  thou'lt  cast  away  none 
Who  fly  to  thine  aid  as  sinners  undone ; 

Now,  Lord,  I  am  come  as  condemned  to  die. 
And  on  this  sweet  promise  I  humbly  rely.     - 

5  I  cannot  depart,  dear  Jesus,  nor  yield, 

Till  my  poor  heart  feels  this  promise  fulfiU'd; 

That  I  may  for  ever  a  monument  be. 

To  praise  the  dear  Saviour  of  sinners  like  me. 


PENITENTIAL.  41 

HYMN  42.  C.  M. 

1  A  FFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  se 
jTjL  In  mercy  oft  are  sent; 

They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt, 

'Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 
When  Famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

3  "  What  have  1  gain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread. 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  ['ve  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face, 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back. 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smil'd ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck. 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6  "  Father  I've  sinned ;  but  O !  foi^ive!" 

"  Enough,"  the  father  said  ; 

Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive. 

For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead. 

7  "  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  the  news  around, 
My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again; 
Was  i^kt,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home  ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels. 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 
HYMN  43.  P.  M. 

1  £\N  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin, 

V#  Justice,  with  a  flaming  sword. 
Was  my  guilty  soul  pursuing. 
When  I  first  beheld  my  Lord. 

2  Terrified  with  Sinai's  thunder, 

Straight  I  flew  to  Calvary, 


42  PENITENTIAL. 

Where  1  saw  with  love  and  wonder, 
Him,  by  faith,  who  died  for  me. 

3  "  Sinner,"  he  exclaimed,  "  I've  loved  thee 

With  an  everlasting  love ; 
Justice  has  in  me  approv'd  thee ; 
Thou  Shalt  dwell  with  me  above." 

4  Sweet  as  angel's  notes  in  heaven 

When  to  golden  harps  they  sound, 
Is  the  voice  of  sins  forgiven. 
To  the  soul  by  Satan  bound. 

5  Sweet  as  angels'  harps  in  glory, 

Was  that  heavenly  voice  to  me, 
When  I  saw  my  Lord  before  me 
Bleed  and  die  to  set  me  free  1 

6  Saints  attend  with  holy  wonder ! 

Sinners,  hear  and  sing  his  praise: 
'Tis  the  God  that  holds  the  thunder, 
Shows  himself  the  God  of  grace. 

HYMN  44.  P.  M. 

1  "ITrrHEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 

f  f    Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear  : 
Awhile  his  behaviour  was  rough, 
To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind ; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough. 
He  hasted  to  show  himself  kind. 

2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he. 
Whom  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be. 
As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told! 

"  I  am  Joseph,  your  brother,"  he  said, 
*'  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear ; 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here." 

3  Though  greatly  distressed  before. 
When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more ; 
Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up. 

"  Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 
Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did? 


PENITENTIAL.  43 

And  will  he  our  household  maintain  ? 
Oh,  this  is  a  brother  indeed !" 

4  Thus,  dragg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came, 
And  laden'd  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord; 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame. 
Unable  to  utter  a  word ; 

At  first  he  look'd  stern  and  severe, 
What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart ; 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 
The  sentence,  "  Thou  cursed,  depart !" 

5  But  oh !  what  surprise  when  he  spoke, 
While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face ; 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 
O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grace: 
"  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  fall  well, 
By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain  ; 
But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6  "  I  am  Jesus  whom  thou  hast  blasphemed. 
And  crucify'd  often  afresh  ; 

But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 
Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh: 
My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 
Thy  wants  I  will  freely  supply ; 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 
And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

7  "  Go  publish  to  sinners  around. 
That  they  may  be  willing  to  come. 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 
And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room." 
Oh  sinners,  the  message  obey ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend  ; 
But  come  without  farther  delay. 
To  Jesus,  our  Brother  and  Friend. 

HYMN  45.  C.  M. 

1  Tr|EAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
X-f  On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise. 
On  thee  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief. 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 


44  PENITENTIAL. 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

4  No,  still  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer ; 

0  may  I  ever  tind  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there. 

5  Thy  mercy  seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

HYMN  46.  C.  M. 

1  rjNCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find 
U    Which  to  salvation  led, 

1  listened  long  with  anxious  mind, 
To  hear  what  others  said. 

2  While  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  fear'd  that  I  was  wrong ; 
For  I  was  stupid,  dead,  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joy  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord  my  labouring  heart  reliev'd. 

And  made  my  burden  light ; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believ'd, 
Supposing  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd. 

Of  anguish  and  dismay ; 
Through  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain, 

For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease  ; 
I  wish'd  for  all  my  fears  again 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish ;  the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  Satan's  fiery  dart. 


PENITENTIAL.  45 

7  Alas !  I  now  must  give  it  up, 

I  cry'd  in  deep  despair  ; 
How  could  I  dream  of  drawing  hope 
From  what  I  cannot  bear. 

8  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid, 

And  when  he  set  me  free, 
Trust  simply  on  my  word  he  said, 
And  leave  the  rest  to  me. 

HYMN  47.  C.  M. 

1  "XTE  happy  souls  whose  peaceful  minds, 

X    Are  freed  from  pain  and  fear, 

Ye  objects  whom  kind  heaven  design'd, 

To  be  its  constant  care  : 
To  you  I'll  vent  my  mournful  sighs, 
Press'd  by  my  dismal  state  : 

0  can  you  with  me  sympathise, 
While  I  my  case  relate  ? 

2  I  once  was  happy  in  the  Lord, . 

My  soul  was  in  a  flame, 

1  did  delight  to  hear  his  word 
And  praise  his  holy  name : 

But  now  the  gospel's  hid  from  me, 

Though  often  do  I  hear ; 
The  law  denounces  death  on  me, 

And  thunders  out  despair. 

3  But  woe  is  me,  those  joys  are  past, 

Those  blissful  scenes  are  o'er, 
I'm  like  a  city  quite  laid  waste, 

To  be  rebuilt  no  more  : 
In  vain  I  sigh,  in  vain  I  mourn, 

In  vain  I  seek  for  rest ; 
I  fear  the  dove  will  ne'er  return. 

To  my  poor  troubled  breast. 

4  The  devil  waiting  me  around, 

To  make  my  soul  his  prey, 
I  wait  to  hear  the  trumpet  sound — 

Take,  take  the  wretch  away ! 
I  linger,  sigh,  I  mourn  and  cry. 

Sleep  now  has  left  mine  eyes. 
And  ghastly  death  seems  drawing  nigb. 

And  that  without  disguise. 


46  PENITENTIAL. 

5  O  that  I  was  some  bird  or  beast — 

Was  I  a  stork  or  owl, 
So  me  lofty  tree  should  bear  my  nest, 

Or  through  the  desert  prowl : 
But  I  have  an  immortal  soul, 

Within  this  house  of  clay. 
That  either  must  with  devils  howl. 

Or  dwell  in  endless  day. 

6  One  evening  as  I  pensive  lay. 

Alone  upon  the  ground, 
As  I  to  God  began  to  pray,      ' 

A  light  shone  all  around  : 
These  words  with  pow'r  went  through  my  heart 

"  I've  come  to  set  thee  free, 
Nor  Death,  nor  hell,  shall  ever  part, 

My  love,  my  son,  from  me." 

7  My  dungeon  shook,  my  chains  flew  off, 

"  Glory  to  God,"  I  cried  : 
My  soul  was  fill'd,  I  cried  "  enough. 

For  me  the  Saviour  dy'd." 
The  winter  's  past,  the  rain  is  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  do  now  appear. 
The  morning  brought  a  glorious  sun, 

And  banish'd  every  fear. 

HYMN  48.  P.  M. 

1  "DEFORE  Elisha's  gate 
Jj  The  Syrian  leper  stood  ; 
But  could  not  brook  to  wait : 

He  deem'd  himself  too  good. 
He  thought  the  prophet  would  attend, 
And  not  to  him  a  message  send. 

2  "  Have  I  this  journey  come. 

And  will  he  not  be  seen  1 
I  were  as  well  at  home, 

Would  washing  make  me  clean  7 
Why  must  I  wash  in  Jordan's  flood? 
Damascus'  rivers  are  as  good." 

3  Thus  by  his  foolish  pride 

He  almost  miss'd  a  cure  : 
But  yet  at  length  he  tried 

And  found  the  method  sure  : 
Soon  as  his  pride  was  brought  to  yield, 
His  leprosy  was  quickly  heard. 


PRAYER  AND  SUPPLICATION.  47 

4  Leprous  and  proud  as  he, 

To  Jesus,  thus  I  came, 
From  sin  to  set  me  free, 

When  first  I  heard  his  fame  : 
Surely,  thought  I,  my  pompous  train 
Of  vows  and  tears  will  notice  gain. 

5  My  heart  devised  the  way 

Which  T  supposed  he'd  take ; 
And  when  I  found  delay, 

Was  ready  to  go  back  : 
Had  he  some  painful  task  enjoin'd, 
I  to  performance  seem'd  inclined. 

6  When  by  his  word  he  spake, 

"  That  fountain  opened  see : 
'Twas  open'd  for  thy  sake. 

Go  wash,  and  thou  art  free  :" 
Oh!  how  did  my  proud  heart  gainsay 
I  fear'd  to  trust  this  simple  way. 

7  At  length  I  trial  made, 

When  I  had  much  endured ; 
The  message  I  obey'd ; 

I  wash'd  and  I  was  cured. 
Sinners,  this  healing  fountain  try, 
Which  cleans'd  a  wretch  so  vile  as  I. 


PRAYER  AND  SUPPLICATION^ 


HYMN  49.  P.  M. 

1  I^OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
\J  Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  king. 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring, 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord  remove  this  load  of  sin  I 


48  PRAYER  AND 

Ijet  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain. 
And  without  a  rival  reign, 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass, 
Answers  the  beholder's  face, 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend. 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew ;   . 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

HYMN  50.  C.  M. 

1  T>RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Ml    Uttered  or  unexpress'd. 

The  motion,  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 

That  any  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach, 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath  ; 

The  Christian's  native  air  ; 
His  watch- word  at  the  gate  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways. 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say,  Behold  he  prays. 


SUPPLICATION.  49 

6  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one, 

In  word,  in  deed,  in  mind, 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Their  fellowship  they  find. 

7  No  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone. 

The  holy  Spirit  pleads, 
And  Jesus  on  the  Eternal  Throne 
For  sinners  intercedes. 

8  Oh  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way ; 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod, 
Lord  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

HYMN  51.  L.  M. 

1  f^OD  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call, 
or  Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail ! 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint ! 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  sad  complaint  7 
Where  but  with  thee  ?  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor ! 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  thy  word  still  fix'd  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain? 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  hear. 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer  j 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  God, 
Supports  me  under  ev'ry  load. 

5  Fair  is  the  lot  that 's  cast  for  me, 
I  have  an  advocate  with  thee : 
They  whom  the  world  caresses  most, 
Have  no  such  privilege  to  boast. 

6  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  Plead.  ;         y 
D  / 


50  PRAYER  AND 

HYMN  52.  L.  M. 

1  TTTTHAT  various  hind'rances  we  meet 

f  T    In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Yet,  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  clouds  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words?  ah,  think  again  ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creatures'  ears 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  cares. 

5  Were  half  the  time  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  songs  would  oftener  be 

*'  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 

HYMN  53.  P.  M. 

1  T\TOW  in  Jesu's  name,  I  pray, 
Ll    Father,  take  my  sins  away; 

Give  me  sight ;  I  still  am  blind ; 
Give  nie  all  my  Saviour's  mind ; 
Let  me  enter  into  rest. 
Bless  me— for  I  will  be  blest. 

2  Jesus  is  within  the  vail, 

Still  his  groans  thine  ears  assail ; 
Stronger  pleadings  have  I  none; 
Hear  me  for  his  sake  alone ; 
Let  me  enter  into  rest, 
Bless  me— for  I  will  be  blest. 

3  My  affections  fix  above. 
Rooted,  grounded  in  thy  love! 
Let  me  only  Jesus  see. 

Let  me  only  dwell  in  thee. 
Let  me  enter  into  rest. 
Bless  me— for  I  will  be  blest. 


SUrPLICATION. 

4  Bruise  in  me  the  hateful  foe ; 
Perfect  me  in  love  below ; 
Let  me  Adam's  loss  regain, 
Wrestle,  and  the  prize  obtain. 
Let  me  enter  into  rest, 
Bless  me— for  I  will  be  blest. 

HYMN  54.  P.  M. 

1  "IT!  VER  nigh  to  those  who  call, 
Hd  Jesus,  thou  art  all  in  all, 
Righteous  advocate  of  love, 
Seated  near  the  throne  above ; 

I  to  Salem's  gates  draw  near, 
Fearless,  when  thy  voice  I  hear. 

2  Whom  have  I  but  thee  to  plead? 
'Twas  thyself  alone  that  bled ! 
Who  but  thee  could  e'er  prevail  ? 
Legions  of  arch-angels  fail? 
Only  thou  to  us  art  given, 
Only  thou— the  king  of  Heaven. 

3  Whom,  on  earth,  but  thee,  have  I? 
Who  but  thee,  for  me  would  die  ? 
Who  can  ev'ry  care  relieve  ? 
Who  can  ev'ry  blessing  give? 
Who  can  ev'ry  sickness  heal  ? 
Who  can  mysteries  reveal  ? 

4  When  impending  storms  appear, 
Who  can  save,  or  who  can  cheer? 
Who  can  re-create  the  heart  ? 
Who  can  life  and  bliss  impart? 
Only  thou,  my  glorious  Lord, 
Thou  alone  canst  all  afford ! 

5  Let  me  not  from  thee  e'er  swerve. 
Only  thee  I'll  love  and  serve ; 
Only  thou  shall  be  my  theme, 
Only  thou  resolv'd  I  am ! 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee  ? 
Who  on  earth  compared  can  be  ? 

HYMN  55.  C.  M. 

FOR  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love. 
To  waft  my  soul  away 


O 


52  PRAYER  AND 

To  the  celestial  world  above, 
Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 

2  Eternal  Spirit  deign  to  be 

My  pilot  here  below, 
To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  sea 
Where  stormy  winds  do  blow. 

3  From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand, 

From  quicksands  of  despair, 

O  guide  me  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 

Through  ev'ry  latent  snare. 

4  Anchor  me  in  that  port  above. 

On  that  celestial  shore, 
Where  dashing  billows  never  move. 
Where  tempests  never  roar. 

HYMN  56.  S.  M. 

1  f\  WHY  should  unbelief 

v/    Stay  the  Almighty's  hand. 
That  hand  which  holds  my  sure  relief, 
Though  earth  and  hell  withstand. 

2  My  soul,  believe  and  pray. 

Without  a  doubt  believe, 
Whate'er  we  ask  in  God's  own  way, 
We  shall  in  truth  receive. 

3  Here  stands  the  promise  fair. 

For  God  cannot  repent : 
To  fervent  persevering  pray'r. 
He'll  every  blessing  grant. 

HYMN  57.  C.  M. 

1  r^OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
\y  Up  to  the  court  above. 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there. 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  seat  of  dreadful  wrath, 

And  quick  devouring  flame ; 
Our  God  appear'd  consuming  fire,         ^ 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesu's  blood 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  face ; 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 


SUPPLICATION,  53 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 

Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
We'll  raise  our  highest  notes  of  praise 
To  reach  th'  Almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high : 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

HYMN  58.  P.  M. 

1  I^OME   sisters   and  brothers,  who  love  one 
\J    another, 

And  have  done  so  for  years  that  are  gone, 
How  often  we've  met  him,  in  sweet  heavenly 
union, 
Who  opens  the  way  to  God's  throne : 
,      With  joy  and  thanksgiving,  we'll  praise  him  who 
I  lov'd  us, 

7        While  we  run  in  the  bright  shining  way. 
Though  we  part  here  in  body,  we're  bound  for 
one  glory, 
And  bound  for  each  other  to  pray. 

2  There  was  Joshua  and  Joseph,  Elias  and  Moses, 

Who  prayed  as  they  journey'd  along ; 
There  was  Abra'm  and  Isaac,  and  Jacob  and 
David, 
And  Solomon,  Stephen  and  John : 
There  was  Simeon  and  Anna,  and  I  don't  know 
how  many. 
Who  pray'd  and  God  heard  from  his  throne  ; 
Some  cast  among  lions,  some  bound  with  rough 
irons. 
Yet  glory  and  praises  they  sung. 

3  Some  tell  us  that  praying,  and  also  that  praising, 

Is  labour  that's  all  spent  in  vain ; 
But  we  have  such  witness,  that  God  hears  with 
swiftness. 
From  praying  we  will  not  refrain  ^ 


54  PRAYER  AND 

There  was  old  father  Noah,  and  ten  thousand 
more, 
Who  witness'd  that  God  heard  them  pray ; 
There  was  Samuel  and  Hannah,  Paul,  Silas  and 
Peter, 
And  Daniel  and  Jonah  will  say, 
4  That  God  by  his  spirit,  or  an  angel  doth  visit, 
Our  souls  and  our  bodies  while  praying; 
Jhall  we  all  go  fainting,  while  they  all  go  prais- 
ing, 
And  glorify  God  in  the  flame. 
God  grant  us  to  inherit  the  same  praying  spirit, 

While  onward  we  journey  below, 
So  that  when  we  cease  praying,  we  may  not  cease 
praising. 
But  around  God's  bright  throne  we  may  bow. 

HYMN  59.  P.  M. 

1  QAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
iO  Grant  us.  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation 

Unless  thou  visit  us  again. 
Lord,  revive  us;  Lord,  revive  us; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance. 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high ; 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance. 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd. 

Every  part  look'd  gay  and  green ; 
Then  thy  v^^ord  our  spirits  nourish'd ; 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen ! 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed ; 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  1 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars. 
Bright  examplp-  for  our  youth ! 

6  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 


SUPPLICATION. 

Some,  alas!  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show.    , 

7  Younger  plants— the  sight  how  pleasant! 

Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood ; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frosts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither,  " 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again 

Oh  permit  them  not  to  wither,  /^^    , 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain !        '" ''" 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant. 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  pov/er, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  the  work  afresh. 

HYMN  60.  P.  M. 

1  T  ET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
X-i  Come,  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease; 
Come,  O  come !  and  reign  for  ever,  . 

God  of  Love,  and  Prince  of  Peace ; 
Visit  now  poor  bleeding  Zion, 

Here  the  people  mourn  and  weep; 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas— none  agree ; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee. 
Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumber^. 

Over  ev'ry  hind'rance  leap ; 
Not  upheld  by  force  or  numbers, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth; 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  spirit. 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth. 
On  thy  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 

'Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep. 


66  PRAYER  AN© 

Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  SaviouT ; 

0  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

4  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us: 

Persecution  rages  here ; 
Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  shepherd  is  so  near. 
Glory,  glory,  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap; 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us ; 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

5  Hear  the  Prince  of  our  salvation 

Saying,  "  Fear  not,  little  flock; 
I,  myself,  am  your  Foundation, 

You  are  built  upon  this  rock. 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 

Scale  the  mount,  although  it's  steep ; 
Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy ; 

1  delight  to  feed  my  sheep." 

6  Christ  alone,  whose  merit  saves  us. 

Taught  by  him,  we'll  own  his  name ; 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus! 

How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame  I 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep. 
He  will  clear  our  way  before  us; 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

HYMN  61.  P.  M. 

1  "  ll/rERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David!" 

ifX  Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd : 
"  Others  by  thy  grace  are  saved. 

Now  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid ;" 
While  he  cried  the  people  chid  him. 

But  he  pray'd  the  louder  still, 
'Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 

"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 


SUPPLICATION. 

"  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day ;" 

Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Folio w'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing! 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! — 

0  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me ! 

Surely,  they  would  come  unto  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 

4  Now  I  freely  leave  my  garments, 

Follow  Jesus  in  the  way ; 
He  will  guide  me  by  his  counsel ; 

Lead  me  to  eternal  day  : 
There  I  shall  behold  my  Saviour, 

Spotless,  innocent,  and  pure ; 
And  with  him  shall  reign  for  ever. 

If  I  to  the  end  endure. 

HYMN  62.  P.  M. 

1  f^  UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
vT  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  chrystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar. 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  deliv'rer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heav'nly  manna, 

In  this  barren  wilderness : 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner, 
Be  my  robe  of  righteousness : 

Fight  and  conquer 
AH  my  foes  by  sov'reign  grace. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 


58  REJOICING 

Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side, 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


R 


REJOICING  AND  PRAISE. 


HYMN  63.  P.  M. 

ICHEST  source  of  purest  pleasure, 
Fountain  whence  our  comfort  flows, 
More  to  be  desired  than  treasure  ; 
Treasure  which  this  world  bestows. 

2  These  afford  us  poor  enjoyment 

As  the  world  recedes  to  view ; 
Thou  canst  yield  us  sweet  employment, 
As  we  bid  the  world  adieu. 

3  Dearest  source  of  consolation, 

Refuge  to  the  poor  distress'd, 
Thou  canst  calm  our  perturbation, 
Thou  canst  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  Bid  the  billows,  loudly  raging, 

Calmly  at  thy  voice  subside; 
Bid  the  clouds,  that  storms  presaging, 
Soon  to  distant  quarters  glide. 

5  As  the  evening  sun  declining. 

Sheds  around  a  softer  ray. 
May  thy  milder  radiance  shining. 
Calmly  gild  our  closing  ray. 

6  As  the  soul,  releas'd  from  trouble. 

Views  with  joy  its  sorrows  past, 
Views  them  as  an  empty  bubble 
On  the  billowy  ocean  cast. 

7  Oh!  how  sweet,  in  retrospection, 

Pains  and  sorrows  well  endur'd  ; 
'Twas  through  suffering — sweet  reflection, 
Christ  our  brightest  hopes  procur'd. 

8  Let  us,  then,  on  him  reclining. 

For  his  sake  our  patience  prove ; 


AND  PRAISE.  &y 

Sure  we  oft,  without  repining, 

Suffer  much  for  those  we  love. 
9  Soon  this  path,  so  dark  and  dreary, 

Shall  in  fairer  scenes  expand  ; 
Soon  the  traveller,  faint  and  weary, 

Shall  behold  the  promis'd  laud. 

HYMN  64.  P.  M. 

1  f^  HOW  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of  God ! 
\J     And  sought  him  by  praying  and  searching 

his  word  : 
With  watching  and  fasting  my  soul  was  oppress'd, 
Nor  would  I  give  over  till  Jesus  had  bless'd. 

2  The  tokens  of  mercy  at  length  did  appear; 
According  to  promise,  he  answer'd  my  prayer ; 
And  glory  is  open'd  in  floods  on  my  soul ; 
Salvation  from  Zion's  beginning  to  roll. 

3  The  news  of  his  mercy  is  spreading  abroad, 
And  sinners  come  crying,  and  weeping  to  God  ; 
Their  mourning  and  praying  is  heard  very  loud, 
And  many  find  favour  in  Jesus's  blood. 

4  Here  are  more,  my  dear  Saviour,  who  fall  at  thy 

feet, 
Oppress'd  by  a  burden  enormously  great 
Oh  raise  them,  my  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love. 
And  shout  hallelujahs  with  angels  above. 

5  I'll  sing,  and  I'll  shout,  and  I'll  shout,  and  I'll 

sing; 
Oh  God  make  the  nations  in  praises  to  ring 
With  loud  acclamations  of  Jesus's  love. 
And  carry  us  all  to  the  city  above. 

6  We'll  wait  for  thy  chariot,  it  seems  to  draw  near ; 
Oh  come,  my  dear  Saviour,  let  glory  appear ; 
We  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above. 
With  angels  o'erwhelm'd  in  Jesus's  love. 

HYMN  65.  P.  M. 

1  ^OME,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
vy  The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 
Who  sav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell. 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 


60  REJOICING 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 
With  God  you  have  no  union. 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  pray, 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly, 
It  griev'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die. 
I  sought  salvation  for  to  buy, 

But  still  I  found  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 

And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean, 
And  O!  what  seasons  I  have  seen, 
Ever  since  I  felt  this  union. 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  always  something  found  to  say. 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing. 
And  praise  the  Lord  upon  the  wing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  king, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union. 

7  Come,  poor  backslider,  come  away, 
And  mind  to  do  as  well  as  say, 
And  learn  to  watch  as  well  as  pray. 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day. 

And  then  you'll  feel  this  union. 

8  O,  could  I  like  an  angel  sounds 
Salvation  through  the  earth  around. 
The  devil's  kingdom  to  confound, 
I'd  triumph  on  Immanuel's  ground. 

And  spread  this  heavenly  union. 

9  Come,  heaven  and  earth,  unite  your  lays, 
And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise, 

And  thou,  my  soul,  look  on  and  gaze. 
He  weeps,  he-  bleeds,  thy  debt  he  pays. 
To  give  thee  lieavenly  union. 

10  We  soon  shall  leave  all  things  below, 
And  quit  this  vale  of  pain  and  wo, 


AND  PRAISE.  6i 

And  then  we'll  all  to  glory  go, 
And  then  we'll  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 

11  There  we  the  glorious  Lamb  shall  see, 
Who  groan'd  and  died  upon  the  tree. 
Who  spill'd  his  blood  to  set  us  free, 
That  we  might  his  salvation  see. 

And  feel  a  gracious  union. 

12  Almighty  God,  teach  heart  and  tongue, 
To  thee  to  raise  a  grateful  song, 

All  praises  to  thy  name  belong, 
Let  Zion  sing,  thy  kingdom  come. 
And  fill  the  earth  with  union. 

HYMN  66.  P.  M. 

1  rpHE  gospel's  joyful  sound 

X    Is  music  to  my  ears ; 
In  Jesus  I  have  found 

Relief  from  all  my  fears: 
Darkness  to  light  does  now  give  place, 
And  ail  things  wear  a  different  face. 

2  Since  God  is  reconcil'd, 

I  fear  no  dire  alarms ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

And  clasps  me  in  his  arms. 
Transported  with  seraphic  joy, 
I  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

3  I  cannot  fear  the  law. 

Its  thunders  now  may  roar ; 
Since  I  my  Saviour  saw. 

They  can  affright  no  more. 
On  wings  of  love  I  mount,  I  fly. 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

4  Death  too  has  lost  his  sting, 

And  wears  a  smiling  face : 
I  hope  to  shout  and  sing, 

Ev'n  in  his  cold  embrace. 
He'll  close  my  eyes  and  shut  my  ears, 
But  cannot  rouse  my  guilty  fears. 

5  When  through  the  flaming  sky, 

I  see  the  judge  descend, 


62  REJOICING 

I'll  Abba  Father  cry. 

And  hail  him  as  ray  friend. 
While  standing  in  the  gospel  liajit, 
There  's  nothing  can  my  soul  affright. 

6  Now  let  my  flowing  eyes 

Run  down  with  grateful  tears, 
Since  free  adopting  grace, 

Has  banish'd  all  my  fears ; 
And  still  my  sinful  self  deny, 
When  I  express  the  heav'n-bom  cry. 

7  No  more  let  me  return, 

Beneath  the  galling  yoke, 
Or  e'er  embrace  those  chains. 

Which  grace  divine  has  broke. 
Let  Abba  Father  be  my  cry, 
In  time  and  in  eternity. 

HYMN  67.  P.  M. 

1     A  LMIGHTY  love  inspire  my  heart  with  pure 
jnL        desire, 

Until  the  sacred  fire  my  soul  doth  renew, 
I  love  the  blessed  Jesus,  on  whom  each  angel 


And  symphony  increases,  above  the  ethereal  blue. 

2  My  tender-hearted  Jesus,  thy  love  my  soul  ama- 

zes, 

Who  came  from  heav'n  to  save  us,  when  lost 
and  undone ; 

No  angel  could  redeem  us,  no  seraph  could  re- 
trieve us. 

No  arm  could  relieve  us,  but  Jesus  alone. 

3  In  him  I  have  believed,  he  has  my  soul  retrieved. 
From  sin  he  has  redeem'd  my  soul  that  was  dead. 
And  now  I  love  my  Saviour,  for  I  am  in  his  fa- 
vour. 

And  hope  with  him  for  ever,  the  golden  streets  to 
tread. 

4  Yet  here  awhile  I  stay,  in  hope  of  that  glad  day, 
Till  I'm  called  away  to  the  mansions  above : 
There  to  enjoy  the  treasure  of  unconsuming 

pleasure, 
And  shout  in  highest  measure,  hallelujahs  of 
love- 


AND  PRAISE.  63 

HYMN  68.  P.  M. 

1  I^OME,  and  taste  along  with  me 
vy  The  weary  pilgrim's  consolation  ; 
Boundless  msrcy  running  free, 

The  earnest  of  complete  salvation. 
Joy  and  peace  in  Christ  I  find, 
My  heart  to  him  is  all  resigned  ; 
The  fulness  of  his  power  I  prove, 
And  all  my  soul 's  dissolved  in  love. 

Jesus  is  the  pilgrim's  portion: 

Love  is  boundless  as  the  ocean. 

2  When  the  world  and  flesh  would  rise, 

And  strive  to  draw  me  from  my  Saviour, 
Strangers  slight,  or  friends  despise, 

I  then  more  highly  prize  his  favour. 
Friends  believe  me  when  I  tell, 
If  Christ  be  present  all  is  well : 
The  world  and  flesh  in  vain  may  rise, 
I  all  their  efforts  do  despise. 

In  the  world  I've  tribulation, 

But  in  Christ  I've  consolation. 

3  Worldlings  hold  me  in  disdain, 

Because  I  shun  their  carnal  pleasure  ; 
All  in  this  which  gives  me  pain, 

Is,  that  they  slight  a  noble  treasure. 
But  still  among  them,  bless  the  Lord  ! 
There  's  some  who  tremble  at  his  word ; 
And  this  doth  joy  to  me  impart. 
To  think  the  Lord  hath  reach'd  their  heart. 

0  the  grace  to  sinners  given. 

Peace  on  earth,  and  crowns  in  heaven. 

4  When  I'm  in  the  house  of  prayer, 

1  find  with  the  congregation. 
Music  sweet  unto  my  ear, 

Is  the  glad  sound  of  free  salvation. 
When  I  join  to  sing  his  praise. 
My  heart  in  holy  raptures  raise : 
I  join  and  sing,  and  shout  aloud, 
And  disregard  the  gazing  crowd  ; 

Glorious  the  theme  of  exultation. 

What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 


64  REJOICING 

5  When  I  hear  the  pleasing  sound 

Of  weeping  mourners  just  converted, 
The  dead 's  alive,  the  lost  is  found ; 

The  Lord  hath  healed  the  broken  hearted. 
My  heart  exults,  my  spirits  glow, 
I  love  my  Lord  and  brethren  so  : 
Oh,  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 
I  soon  would  sing  with  those  above. 

Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 

What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

6  Why  should  I  regard  the  frowns 

Of  those  who  mock,  deride,  or  slight  me, 
Soon  I'll  lie  beneath  the  ground, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  those  who  hate  me : 
Sorrows,  toils,  and  sufferings  o'er, 
When  once  we  reach  that  happy  shore ; 
There,  with  the  shining  hosts  above, 
I'll  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love. 

Blessings  there,  beyond  expression. 

Ever  roll  in  sweet  succession. 

7  Sinners,  you  may  laugh  and  scorn ; 

Your  moments  lost  will  be  lamented ; 
The  awful  day  is  hastening  on. 

When  you  will  wish  you  had  repented ; 
Death  in  its  embraces  cold, 
Will  soon  your  mortal  bodies  hold ; 
Then  all  your  pleasures  take  their  flight. 
And  down  you'll  sink  to  endless  night ; 

While  you  're  of  that  guilty  number. 

Your  destruction  doth  not  slumber. 

8  Fellow  sinner,  go  with  me  ; 

My  heart's  enlarged  to  receive  you ; 
Slight  not  mercy  offer'd  free. 

Come  to  Jesus  ;  he'll  relieve  you : 
But  if  you  offer'd  grace  refuse, 
And  will  de^ruction  ever  choose  ; 
Unhappy  soul,  your  guilt  and  blood, 
Will  rest  on  your  defenceless  head : 

Darkness,  torment,  pain  and  sorrow. 

May  be  yours  before  to-morrow. 

9  Mourner,  see  your  Saviour  stand, 

With  arms  expanding  to  receive  you; 


AND  PRAtSE.  65 

He  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands, 
Venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you ; 

Cast  all  your  doubts  and  fears  aside, 

The  door  of  mercy 's  open  wide ; 

The  fountain  flows  which  saves  from  sin, 

Come  now,  believe,  and  enter  in. 
Don't  distrust  your  blessed  Saviour; 
Come,  believe,  and  live  for  ever. 

HYMN  69.  C.  M.  D. 

1  /^OME  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  now, 
\y  The  joyful  news  I'll  tell ; 

The  Lord  hath  sent  salvation  down. 

To  save  our  souls  from  hell ; 
The  angels  brought  the  tidings  down, 

To  shepherds  in  the  field. 
That  God  to  man  is  reconciled. 
His  Son  to  men  reveal'd. 
Sing  glory,  honour  to  the  Lamb,,. 

Salvation  to  our  King  ; 
Let  all  that 's  wash'd  in  Jesu's  blood, 
His  glorious  praises  sing. 

2  Come,  all  ye  poor  despised  souls, 

Unto  his  fold  repair  ; 
Where  God  his  boundless  love  unfolds, 

And  says  he'll  meet  us  there. 
His  glorious  presence  fills  our  souls 

With  songs  of  loudest  praise ; 
Let  all  that  want  a  Saviour  dear. 

Their  hearts  and  voices  raise. 

3  There  's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul. 

It  came  from  heaven  above ; 
Which  makes  me  praise  my  God  so  bold, 

And  his  dear  children  love. 
I'll  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb  of  God,   ■ 

I  love  his  ways  so  well. 
Because  his  precious  blood  was  shed 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell. 

4  When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 

Her  Lord,  with  a  perfume, 
The  napkin  and  the  sheet  she  found 
Together  in  the  tomb ; 
E 


66  REJOICING 

The  angel  said,  he  is  not  here  : 

He 's  risen  from  the  dead ; 
And  streams  of  grace  to  sinners  flow 

As  free  as  did  his  blood. 

HYMN  70.  P.  M. 

1  f\  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 

"    With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at 

thy  feet ; 
The  sacrifice  offer,  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood, 
To  thee  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord  and  my  God. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee  my  Lord, 
I  love  thee  my  Saviour,  I  trust  in  thy  word ; 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know, 
But  how  much  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show. 

3  Tm  hanpy,  I'm  happy,  O  wond'rous  account. 
My  jo\s  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount, 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  angels  my  kindred,  and  Jesus  my  dear. 

4  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest, 

My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest ; 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my 

song. 
Thy  love  doth  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my 

tongue. 

■  5  O  who  is  like  Jesus  ?  he  is  Salem's  bright  king, 
He  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to  sing ; 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud 

and  shrill. 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  doth  fill. 

HYMN7LP.  M. 

1  £r\  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 
Kj  For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  earth  I  resign; 
Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  love. 
Nothing  richer  possess'd  by  the  angels  above. 

2  Thy  spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was  blind. 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find  ; 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair. 
My  Jesus  reliev'd  me,  and  bid  me  liot  fear 


AND  PRAISE.  67 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel, 
The  language  of  mortals  here  ever  must  fail; 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame, 

I  am  rais'd  into  raptures  while  praising  his  name. 

4  I  find  him  in  singing,  he  is  present  in  prayer, 
In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near; 

My  constant  companion,  may  we  never  part. 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 

5  If  ever  I  lov'd  thee,  'tis  now  my  dear  Lord, 

I  love  thy  dear  children,  thy,  ways  and  thy  word  ; 

I  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners  too, 

Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  wo. 

6  When  happy  in  Jesus,  I  cannot  forbear, 
Though  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  declare ; 
His  love  overwhelms  me,  had  I  wings  I  would  fly» 
And  pmise  him  in  mansions  prepared  on  high. 

HYMN  72.  C.  M. 

1  TTOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
Xl  In  a  believer's  ear ! 

It  soothes  his  sorrow^s,  heals  his  wounds. 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
♦Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name!  the  Rock  on  which  I  build ; 

My  shield  and  hiding  place ; 
My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain. 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Jesus!  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


00  REJOICING 

7  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath : 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

HYMN  73.  C.  M. 

1  TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
*J    'Tis  music  to  my  ear, 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 

Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport  and  my  trust, 

Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

2  O  may  thy  grace  still  cheer  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there ! 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 

The  cordial  of  its  care. 
I'll  speak,  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath : 
When  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 

My  joy  in  life  and  death. 

HYMN  74.  L.  M. 

1  £\  GOD,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
\J    That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name. 
Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice: 
Then  will  I  shout,  then  will  I  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
I'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore, 

On  that  eternal,  happy  shore. 

2  O  hope  of  glory,  Jesus,  come, 

And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home; 
For  the  small  remnant  of  my  days 
I  want  to  sing  and  shout  thy  praise. 
O  give  me,  Lord,  a  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  ev'ry  day; 
To  give  thee  thanks  in  ev'ry  thing, 
And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 

3  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay. 

Lord  give  me  strength  to  shout  and  pray ; 
And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath, 
Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 


AM)  PRAISE.  69 

Then  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come, 
My  body  follow  to  the  tomb: 
And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road. 
Loud  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 

4  Then  you  below,  and  I  above. 

Well  "shout  and  praise  the  God  vre  love, 

Until  the  great  tremendous  day. 

■\Mien  Gabrjel's  trump  shall  wake  yonr  clay; 

Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we'll  spring. 

And  shout.  O  death' where  is  thy  sting  ?  . 

O  grave,  where  is  thy  victor)*? 

We'll  shout  to  all  eternity. 

5  Our  race  Is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize, 
Then  shall  the  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
With  smiles,  unto  his  children  say. 
Come  reign  with  me  in  endless  day. 
Then  on  that  happy,  happy  shore, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  our  sufTrings  o'er. 
We'll  sing  arid  shout,  and  shout  and  sing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

HYAIX  To.  P.  M. 

1  "TIROOPIXG  souls  no  longer  grieve, 
MJ  Heaven  is  propitious; 

If  in  Christ  you  do  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Jesus,  he  is  passing  by. 

Calling  mourners  to  him; 
He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 

Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 

Flows  the  healing  lotion, 
See  the  consolating^tide. 

Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
Feel  the  living  waters  move, 

O  ye  sick  and  dying, 
jVow  resolve  to  sain  his  love. 

Or  to  perish,  trying. 

3  Grace's  store  is  fall  and  free. 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden  : 
Jesus  calls,  Come  unto  me 
Ye  wear)',  heavy  laden : 


70  REJOICING 

Though  your  sins  like  mountains  high  ' 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven ; 
Soon  as  you  on  Christ  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

4  Now  methinks,  I  hear  one  say, 

I  will  go  and  prove  him, 
If  he  take  my  sins  away — 

Surely  1  shall  love  him : 
Now  I  see  the  Saviour  smile, 

He  removes  my  burden, 
All's  of  grace — though  [  am  vile, 

Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 

5  Streaming  mercy  how  it  roird, 

Now  I  know,  I  feel  it ; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I.want  to  tell  it; 
Jesus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wound, 

O  the  wond'rous  story, 
I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found. 

Glory,  glory,  glory. 

6  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name. 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him : 
Sinners  you  may  do  the  same, 

Only  come  and  prove  him. 
Hasten  to  my  Saviour's  blood. 

Feel  it,  and  declare  it ; 
O  that  I  could  sing  so  loud 

That  all  the  world  might  hear  it. 

7  Should  no  greater  joys  be  known 

In  the  upper  region. 
Still  I'd  strive  to  travel  on 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven  now,  and  heaven  then ; 

Glory  here  and  yonder. 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  Amen 

While  the  angels  wonder. 

HYMN  76.  C.  M.  D. 

1  T'M  on  the  road  to  Canaan,  I'll  bid  this  world 
JL    farewell, 

Come  on  my  fellow  travellers,  in  spite  of  earth 
or  hell. 


AND  PRAISE.  71 

Though  Satan's  army  rages,  and  all  his  hosts 

combine, 
Yet  scripture  doth  engage  us  the  strength  of  love 

divine. 

2  I'll  blow  the  silver  trumpet— on  all  the  nations 

call, 
for  Christ  has  me  commissioned,  to  say  he  died 

for  all. 
Come  try  his  love  and  prove  him;  you  shall  the 

gift  obtain ; 
He  will  not  send  you  empty,  nor  let  you  come  in 

vain. 

3  And  if  you  want  a  witness,  we  have  one  close 

at  hand 
Who  lately  has  experienc'd  the  glories  of  the 

land- 
It  comes  in  copious  showers  our  bodies  can't 

contain. 
It  fills  our  ransom'd  powers,  and  soon  we'll  drink 

again. 

4  The  glories  of  that  kingdom  ray  soul  can  ne'er 

describe, 
I  feel  that  it 's  within  me  the  blood  so  free  ap. 
pliedr- 

0  come  unto  my  Saviour,  and  you  shall  taste  his 

love, 
'Tis  sweeter  than  all  earthly  things,  just  coming 
from  above. 

5  My  soul  looks  up  and  sees  him  smile — he  now 

the  blessing  sends ; 
And  I  am  thinking  all  the  while,  when  will  my 
sorrows  end — 

1  contemplate  it  won't  be  long,  till  he  shall  come 

again, 
Then  I  will  join  the  heavenly  throng,  and  in 
God's  kingdom  reign. 

6  The  glories  of  that  happy  place,  I've  ofttimes 

felt  before, 
But  what  I  feel  is  just  a  taste,  and  makes  me 

long  for  more — 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove,  I'd  fly  and  be  at  rest ; 
Then  would  I  soar  to  worlds  on  high,  and  dwell 

among  the  just.  / 


72  REJOICING 

7  O,  could  I  erain  my  heavenl}^  home,  and  ne'er 

return  again, 
I  could  not  think  the  season  long,  that  I  had 

sufler'd  pain — 
The  sons  of  Zion  marching  home,  along   the 

heavenly  street. 
There  would  I  hail  them  as  they  come,  and  fall 

at  Jesus'  feet. 

8  Says  Faith,  look  yonder,  see  the  crown  laid  up 

in  heaven  above — 
Says  Hope,  it  shortly  shall  be  mine — I  long  to 

wear  't,  says  Love — 
Desire  says,  it  is  my  crown,  then  to  that  place 

I'll  flee; 
I  cannot  bear  a  longer  stay;  my  rest  I  fain  would 

see. 

9  But  stop,  says  Patience,  rest  a  while,  the  crown's 

for  them  that  tight. 
The  prize  for  them  that  run  the  race  by  Faith, 

and  not  by  sight : 
Thus  Faith  doth  take  a  pleasing  view— Hope 

waits— Love  sits  and  sings ; 
Desire  she  flutters  to  be  gone,  but  Patience  clips 

her  wings. 

'    HYMN  77.  P.  M. 

1  TTT'HY  should  I  be  affrighted  at  pestilence  or 

▼  f    war. 

The  fiercer  be  the  tempest  the  sooner  it  is  o'er. 
With  Jesus  in  the  vessel,  the  biliov/s  rise  in  vain, 
They  only  will  convey  me  to  yon  P^lysian  plain, 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 

2  This  is  a  land  of  dangers,  and  foes  they  press  me 

hard. 
But  Jesus,  he  has  promised  that  he  will  be  my 

guard  : 
Then  I  shall  not  be  tempted  above  what  I  can 

bear, 
When  fighting's  done,  escorted  his  kingdom  for 

to  share. 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Although  my  flesh  is  mortal,  immortal  is  my  hope; 
I'll  try,  like  holy  Moses,  to  gain  the  mountain  top. 


^  AND  PRAISE.  73 

There  at  Jehovah's  bidding,  with  cheerfulness  to 

die — 
And  then  ascend  to  heaven,  to  reign  above  the 

sky, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

4  From  him  I  have  my  orders,  and  while  I  do.  obey, 
I  find  his  Holy  Spirit  illuminates  my  way; 
The  way  is  so  delightful  I  wish  to  travel  on, 
Till  I  am  calfd  away  to  receive  a  starry  crown, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

5  I  feel  that  Jesus  loves  me,  but  why,  I  do  not 

know, 
To  him  I  'm  so  unfaithful  in  what  I  have  to  do: 
I  grieve  to  see  my  failings,  but  he  does  all  for- 
give. 
Which  makes  me  love  him  more,  and  by  faith  in 
him  I  live, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

6  Though  sinners  do  despise  me,  and  laugh  at 

what  I  say, 
I  find  a  little  number  walks  with  me  in  the  way.- 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren,  they  laugh  at 

Jesus  too, 
The  crown  appears  before  me,  and  heaven  is  in 

my  view, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

7  We  soon  shall  gain  fair  Canaan,  and  on  that 

happy  shore, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  sorrow,  we  '11  shout  for 

evermore ; 
There  walk  the  golden  pavement,  and  blood- 

wash'd  garments  wear. 
And  to  increase  our  pleasure,  our  Jesus  will  be 

there, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

8  My  song  I  must  conclude,  though  it's  against  my 

will, 
I  want  to  have  the  power  to  sing  while  I  can 

feel— 
I  long  to  see  the  time,  when  immortal  I  shall  be. 
And  shout  and  shout  his  praises  through  vast 

ETERNITY  ! 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 


74  REJOICING 

HYMN  78.  P.  M. 

1  ^OME  listening  angels,  attend  while  I  sing 
Ky  The  wonders  of  Jesus, my  conquering  king; 
Great  things  for  my  soul  he  surely  has  done, 
All  glory  to  God  for  the  gift  of  his  Son. 

2  I  wander'd  in  "darkness  a  stranger  to  God, 
Neglected  his  calls  and  despised  his  word ; 

In  romances  and  novels  I  thought  I  should  gain 
Some  knowledge  of  pleasure  and  honour  obtain. 

3  At  length  the  gospel  trumpet  did  sound  in  my 

ears, 
And  thunders  from  heaven  awakened  my  fears ; 
The  tears  of  repentance  then  freely  did  run, 
For  slighting  the  Saviour,  alas !  I  'm  undone. 

4  One  evening,  while  musing,  these  words  came 

with  power, 

0  do  not  be  troubled,  nor  doubt  any  more  ; 
Believe  in  the  word,  believe  also  in  me, 

In  my  Father's  house  there  's  a  mansion  for 
thee. 

5  'Tis  the  voice  of  my  Saviour,  my  soul  then  did 

cry, 
On  Calvary  he  suffered,  and  for  me  did  die  ; 
His  five    bleeding  wounds   are   now  pleading 

for  me. 
He  offers  me  pardon,  he  bids  me  be  free. 

6  My  soul  is  now  anchor'd  in  the  fountain  of  love, 
My  heart  and  ray  treasure's  in  heaven  above  ; 
Through   grace  I  'm   determin'd   I   ne'er  will 

give  o'er, 
Till  safely  I  'm  landed  on  Canaan's  blest  shore. 

HYMN  79.  P.  M. 

1  /"iOME  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  my  dear 
Vy        Lord, 

1  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word ; 
What  a  wonder  of  mercy !  behold  now  I  see 
What  a  tender  kind  Saviour  has  done  for  poor  me. 

2  I  was  led  by  the  devil,  till  lost  and  distress'd, 

I  thought  that  in  torments  I  soon  should  be  cast, 


AND  PRAISE.  75 

No  peace  to  my  conscience,  but  all  misery, 
Till  by  faith  I  saw  Jesus  hang  bleeding  for  me. 

3  O  sinner,  said  Jesus,  for  you  I  have  died ; 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  soul  then  replied  : 
The  guilt  was  remov'd,  my  soul  did  rejoice. 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witness  and  voice. 

4  On  my  low  bended  knees  before  God  I  did  fall, 
And  glory  to  Jesus,  for  he  's  all  in  all ; 

The  heart  of  his  rebel  was  bursted  in  twain, 
To  see  my  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 

5  There  was  peace  now  in  heaven,  and  peace  upc 

earth. 
The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth ; 
Your  sins  are  forgiven,  my  Saviour  did  say, 
Oh,  witness  kind  heaven,  on  this  my  birth  day. 

6  My  soul  it  was  humbled,  I  fell  to  the  ground  ; 
The  time  of  refreshing  at  length  I  have  found ; 

0  Lord,  thou  hast  ravish'd  my  soul  with  th> 

charms, 
Let  me  die  like  old  Simeon,  with  Christ  in  my 
arms. 

HYMN  80.  P.  M. 

1  Q1AVI0UR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 

^  Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood ; 
And  my  troubled,  weary  spirit. 
Now  finds  rest  in  thee  my  God. 

2  I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie  ; 
Sin  or  Satan  cannot  harm  me, 
While  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 

3  Now  I  '11  sing  of  Jesu's  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name ; 
That  if  any  want  his  spirit. 
He  is  still  the  very  same. 

4  He  that  asketh  soon  receiveth. 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find ; 
Who  of  comfort  is  bereaved, 
Jesus  never  casts  behind. 

5  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading. 

With  his  Father  and  our  God : 


76  REJOICING 

Now  for  us  he  's  interceding, 
As  the  purchase  of  his  blood 

6  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying, 
"  Father  spare  them,  I  have  died:" 
And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 
"  They  are  freely  justified." 

HYMN  81.  P.  M. 

1  f^  OME  all  ye  weary  travellers, 
yy  And  let  us  join  to  sing 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  our  king. 
We  've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tiresome,  'tis  true  ; 
But  see  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

2  At  first  when  Jesus  found  us, 

He  called  us  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin: 
The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan, 

Will  prove  a  fatal  snare, 
Unless  we  do  reject  them. 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 

3  But  by  our  disobedience. 

With  sorrow  we  confess. 
We  've  had  too  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness ; 
Where  we  might  soon  have  fainted. 

In  that  enchanted  ground ; 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

'     4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace  ; 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 

And  faith  and  love  increase. 
Confess  our  Lord  and  Master, 

And  run  at  his  command, 
And  hasten  on  our  journey, 

Unto  the  promis'd  land. 


AND  PRAISE. 

5  In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 

We  now  are  going  on, 
The  pleasant  way  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone.    • 
In  peace  and  consolation, 

We  're  going  to  rejoice. 
And  Jesus  and  his  people 

For  ever  be  our  choice. 

6  Sinners,  why  stand  ye  idle, 

While  we  do  march  along  ? 
Has  conscience  never  told  you 

That  you  are  going  wrong — 
Down  the  broad  road  to  ruin, 

To  bear  an  endless  curse  ? 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning, 

And  come  along  with  us. 

7  But  if  you  will  refuse  us, 

We  '11  bid  you  all  farewell ; 
We  're  on  the  way  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  way  to  hell ; 
We  're  sorry  for  to  leave  you. 

We  'd  rather  you  would  go  ; 
Come  try  a  bleeding  Saviour, 

And  feel  salvation  flow. 

8  O  sinners,  be  awaken'd 

To  see  your  dismal  state  : 
Repent  and  be  converted. 

Before  it  is  too  late  ; 
Turn  to  the  Lord  by  praying, 

And  daily  search  his  word ; 
And  never  rest  contented, 

Until  you  find  the  Lord. 

9  Now  to  the  king  immortal 

Be  everlasting  praise, 
For  in  his  holy  service 

We  mean  to  spend  our  days ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

The  celestial  world  above, 
With  everlasting  praises, 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 


78  REJOICING 

HYMN  82.  P.  M. 

1  i^OME  and  taste,  along  with  me, 
yy  Consolation  running  free, 
From  our  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey-comb. 

2  Wherefore  should  I  feast  alone, 
Two  are  better  still  than  one  ; 

The  more  comes  in  with  a  free,  good  will, 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more  ; 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Goodness  running  like  a  stream. 
Through  the  New  Jerusalem, 
And  by  a  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth,  and  heaven  both. 

5  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud. 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  God ! 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door. 
Making  of  the  number  more. 

6  Now  my  body  doth  its  best, 

For  to  keep  me  back  from  Christ ; 
But  a  treasure  coming  in, 
Doth  oppose  my  inbred  sin. 

7  Sinful  nature,  hatching  vice ; 
Cannot  stop  the  force  of  grace  ; 
Whilst  there  is  a  God  to  give. 
And  a  sinner  to  receive. 

8  Heaven's  here  and  heaven's  there. 
Comfort 's  flowing  every  where  I 
This  I  boldly  do  profess. 

That  my  soul  hath  got  a  taste. 

9  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume ! 
Finding  manna  on  the  road. 
Dropping  from  Ibe  mount  of  God. 


AND  PRAISE.  79 

HYMN  83.  P.  M. 

1  TVPOW  glory  be  to  God,  we  can  hear  with  great 
il     delight, 

The  preachers  of  the  gospel,  who  preach  with  all 

their  might ; 
They  explain  the  Holy  Scriptures,  the  word  of 

the  Lord, 
And  power  divine  attends  it  right  to  the  sinner's 

heart. 

2  While  many  have  been  disputing  about  an  out- 

ward form. 
The  Lord  sent  forth  preachers  to  sound  the  great 

alarm  ; 
Repent  and  be  converted ,  O !  sinners,  sinners 

turn, 
Or  else  in  the  wrath  of  God  you  will  for  ever 

burn. 

3  And  now  this  glorious  news  is  heard,  all  the 

plains  around, 
The   mountains    and   valleys    reverberate  the 

sound, 
And  thousands  in  America,  at  present  do  rejoice, 
That  they  were  so  greatly  favour'd  to  hear  the 

bridegroom's  voice. 

4  O !  come  my  loving  Christians  and  let  us  fol- 

low  on, 
And  still  pray  to  God  for  the  itinerant  men. 
That  God  may  keep  them  faithful,  and  give  them 

wisdom  too, 
That  with  singleness  of  heart  they  may  force 

their  passage  through. 

5  O !  come  my  loving  brethren,  with  wonder  now 

look  on. 
And  see  what  a  mighty  work  our  Jesus  has  done. 
The  multitudes  are  thronging,  our  churches  are 

too  small. 
We'll  repair  to  Camp-meeting,  for  the  grove  will 

hold  us  all. 

6  How  pleasant  is  the  sight  to  see  Israel's  tents 

around, 
And  many  a  precious  soul  lay  prostrate  on  th« 
ground ; 


80  REJOICING 

While  others  are  a  shouting  the  praises  of  the 

Lord, 
And  sinners  are  awakened  by  the  Spirit's  two- 

edg'd  sword. 

7  The  Pharisees    and  Formalists  look   on    and 

stand  amazed, 

They  wonder  what 's  the  matter  with  the  shout- 
ing Methodists ; 

But  if  they  would  repent,  and  believe  in  the 
Lord, 

They  also  would  go  shouting  and  praising  their 
God. 

8  Now  glory  be  to  God,  there  is  glory  in  my  soul ; 
If  I  had  a  trumpet's  voice  I  'd  sound  from  pole 

to  pole. 
That  Israel's  God  is  reigning  thi'oughout  this 

happy  land. 
And  thousands  of  precious  souls  do  bow  at  his 

command. 

HYMN  84.  S.  M. 

1  T>REPARE  a  thankful  song 
X     To  the  Redeemer's  name ! 

His  praises  should  employ  each  tongue, 
And  every  heart  inflame  ! . 

2  He  laid  his  glory  by. 

And  dreadful  pains  endured, 
That  rebels  such  as  you  and  I, 
From  wrath  might  be  secured. 

3  Upon  the  cross  he  died. 

Our  debt  of  sin  to  pay  : 
The  blood  and  water  from  his  side 
Wash  guilt  and  tilth  away. 

4  And  now  he  pleading  stands 

For  us  before  the  throne. 
And  answers  all  the  law's  demands, 
With  what  himself  hath  done. 

3  The  Holy  Ghost  he  sends. 

Our  stubborn  souls  to  move  ; 

To  make  his  enemies  his  friends. 

And  conquer  them  by  love. 


AND  PRAISE.  81 

6  The  world  and  Satan  rage, 

But  he  their  power  controls ; 
His  wisdom,  love,  and  truth,  engage 
Protection  for  our  souls. 

7  Though  press'd,  we  will  not  yield. 

But  shall  prevail  at  length ; 
For  Jesus  is  our  sun  and  shield. 
Our  righteousness  and  strength. 

8  Assured  that  Christ  our  king 

Will  put  our  foes  to  flight. 
We  on  the  field  of  battle  sing, 
And  triumph  while  we  light. 

HYMN  85.  P.  M. 

1  TTOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

MjL  The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  joy  and  peace, 
That  bears  the  fruits  of  righteousness, 

And  kept  by  Jesus'  power ; 
Their  trespasses  are  all  forgiven. 
They  antedate  the  joys  of  heaven  : 

In  rapturous  lays 

Shout  the  praise 

Of  Jesus'  grace 

To  a  lost  race  ** 

Of  sinners,  brought  to  happiness 
Through  th'  atoning  blood  of  Jesus. 

2  Satan  may  tempt,  and  hell  may  rage. 
And  all  the  powers  of  earth  besiege  ; 
Their  united  strength  at  once  engage 

To  pluck  a  soul  from  Jesus  : 
The  faithful  soul  laughs  them  to  scorn, 
He 's  heaven  bound,  he 's  heaven  born, 

He  '11  watch  and  pray. 

Night  and  day, 

Fight  his  way, 

Win  the  day, 
And  all  his  enemies  dismay. 
Through  the  mighty  name  of  Jesus. 

3  Oh  monster  death,  thy  sting  is  drawn! 
O  boasting  grave  !  no  trophy 's  won ! 
The  saint  triumphs  through  grace  alone» 

To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus. 
F 


82  REJOICING 

At  length  he  bids  the  world  adieu, 
With  all  its  vanity  and  show — 

The  soul  it  flies 

Through  the  skies, 

To  paradise, 

And  joins  its  voice, 
In  rapturous  lays  of  love,  to  praise 
The  glorious  name  of  Jesus, 

4  When  Gabriel's  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
And  rend  the  rocks,  convulse  the  ground. 
And  swear  that  time  is  at  an  end, 

Ye  dead,  arise  to  judgment. 
See  lightnings  flash,  and  thunders  roll, 
The  earth  wrapt  like  a  parchment  scroll ; 

Comets  blaze 

Sinners  raise 

Dread  amaze 

And  horrors  seize, 
The  guilty  sons  of  Adam's  race. 
Unsaved  from  sin  by  Jesus. 

5  The  Christian,  fill'd  with  rapturous  joy, 
'Midst  flaming  world  he  mounts  on  high, 
To  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  sky. 

And  see  the  face  of  Jesus. 
Then  soul  and  body  reunite. 
And  fill'd  with  glory  infinite : 

Blessed  day ! 

Christians,  say — 

Will  you  pray 

That  we  may 
All  join  that  happy  company, 
To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus  ? 

HYMN  86.  P.  M. 

OSANNA    to  Jesus,  I'm    fill'd    with   his 
praises, 

Come,  oh  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me  to  sing; 
No  theme  is  so  charming,  no  love  is  so  warming, 
It  gives  joy  and  gladness,  and  comfort  within. 
3  Hosanna  is  ringing ;  I  'm  happy  while  singing 
And  shouting  the  praises  of  Jesus's  name ; 
The  angels  in  glory  repeat  the  glad  story 
Of  Jesus's  love,  which  is  made  known  to  men. 


^H 


AND  PRAISE.  83 

3  Hosanna  to  Jesus,  who  died  to  redeem  us, 
I  '11  serve  him  and  love  him  wherever  I  go, 

He  's  now  gone  to  heaven,  the  spirit  he 's  given 
To  quicken  and  comfort  his  children  below. 

4  Hosanna  for  ever,  his  grace  like  a  river. 
Is  rising  and  spreading  all  over  the  land : 
His  love  is  unbounded,  to  all  it 's  extended, 
And  sinners  are  feeling  the  heavenly  flame. 

5  Hosanna  to  Jesus  !  my  soul  how  it  pleases 
To  see  sinners  falling  and  crying  to  God : 
Then  shouting  and  praising,  they  cry,  "  'Tis 

amazing. 
We  've  found  peace  and  pardon  in  Jesus's  blood." 

6  Hosanna  is  ringing,  hark  how  they  are  singing ! 
"  All  glory  to  Jesus,  we  've  tasted  his  love." 
The  kingdom  of  heaven  to  mortals  is  given, 
And  rolls  through  my  soul  from  the  mansions 

above. 

7  Hosanna  to  Jesus !  my  soul  feels  him  precious  ; 
In  bright  beams  of  glory,  he  comes  from  above. 
My  heart  is  now  glowing,  I  feel  his  love  flow- 
ing: 

I  'm  sure  that  my  Jesus  I  really  do  love. 

8  Hosanna  is  ringing,  the  saints  now  are  singing, 
And  marching  to  glory  in  bright  royal  bands  : 
Come  on,  my  dear  brethren,  let  us  press  towards 

heaven, 
For  Jesus  invites  us  with  crowns  in  his  hands. 

9  Hosanna  to  Jesus!  my  soul  sweetly  rises, 
I  '11  soon  be  transported  to  a  happier  clime. 
Where  I  shall  see  Jesus,  and  dwell  in  his  pre* 

sence, 
And  with  him  in  glory  eternally  shine. 

HYMN  87.  P.  M. 
1  TJ  EJOICE,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King, 
J-^  Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in  ; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing. 
And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


84  REJOICING,  &C. 

2  I  long  to  see  the  Christians  join 
In  union  sweet,  and  peace  divine, 
When  every  church  with  grace  shall  shine, 
And  grow  to  Christ,  the  living  vine, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

3  Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Come,  will  yon  go  to  heaven  with  me, 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 
And  shout  with  me  eternally. 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory  ? 

4  My  soul  feels  happy  while  I  sing : 
I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing  : 

I  '11  shout  salvation  to  my  king, 
'Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
And  there  we  '11  give  him  glory. 

5  A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  wo, 
A  few  more  suffering  scenes  below. 
And  then  to  Jesus  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow. 

And  there  we  '11  give  him  glory. 

6  The  awful  trumpet  soon  will  sound. 
And  shake  the  vast  creation  round. 
And  call  the  nations  under  ground  ; 
And  all  the  saints  shall  then  be  crown'd, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

7  Ten  thousand  thunders  then  shall  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole ; 
How  dreadful  to  the  guilty  soul ! 

But  nothing  shall  the  saints  control, 
They  '11  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

8  Then  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away ; 
Then  Christians  ne'er  shall  go  astray  ; 
When  we  are  freed  from  cumb'rous  clay, 
We  '11  praise  the  Lord  in  endless  day, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

fl  There  all  the  saints  shall  join  in  one, 
And  sing  with  Moses  round  the  throne ; 
Their  troubles  are  for  ever  gone. 
They  '11  shine  with  God's  eternal  Son, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


(85) 

TRUSTING  IN  GRACE  AND  PROVIDENCE, 

HYMN  88.  C.  M. 

1  C^  OD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 
VT  Their  groans  affect  his  ears ; 

He  has  a  book  for  their  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  their  tears. 

2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of -delight. 

3  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 

HYMN  89.  C.  M. 

'  1  TT7HEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
ft    This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains. 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  thy  love ; 
.  Sweet  to  look  upwards  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Je«us  laid; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

5  Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand. 

Which  saves  from  second  death  ; 
Sweet  to  experience  day  by  day, 
His  Spirit's  quick'ning  breath. 

6  Sweet  in  his  faithfulness  to  rest. 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 


Ob  TRUSTING  IN  GRACE 

Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 

For  all  things  to  depend. 
7  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
,  Immediately  from  thee ! 

HYMN  90.  P.  M. 

1  TTOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
Jj.    Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ; 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You.  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  and  health. 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth ; 
At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

"  As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be. 

3  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  o'erflow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall 

lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  on  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose 
I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour  to 

shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 


AND  PROVIDENCE.  87 

HYMN  91.  P.  M. 

1  £~\  ZTON,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 

V^    Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man 

save, 
Surrounded  with  troubles,  with  terror  dismay'd. 
With  toiling  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  decay'd. 
Loud  roaring,  the  billows  now  nigh  thee  o'er- 

whelm. 
But  skilful  the  pilot  that  sits  at  the  helm; 
His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  shall  defend^ 
'Tis  he  all  victorious,  thy  warfare  shall  end. 

2  O  fearful,  O  faithless,  in  mercy  he  cries, 
What  though  high  the  surges   t'  affright  thee 

arise; 
Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall  stand, 
Through  tossings  and  tempests  Til  bring  thee  to 

land. 
Forget  thee  I  will  not,  I  care  for  thy  name, 
Engrav'd  on  my  heart,  it  shall  ever  remain  ; 
The  palms  of  my  hands,  when  I  look  on,  I  see 
The  wounds  I receivd  when  I  suffer'd  for  thee. 

n  The  fearful,  the  faithless,  the  weak  are  my  care, 
The  helpless,  the  hopeless,  I  hear  their  sad  prayer ; 
Through  great  tribulation  my  people  I  bring, 

.   And  when  they  reach  heaven  the  louder  they'll 
sing. 
I  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  thy  groans ! 
For  thou  art  most  nigh  me,  my  flesh  and  my 

bones; 
In  all  my  afflictions,  though  great  is  my  pain. 
They  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain. 

4  The  day  of  eternal  salvation  draws  near, 
When  Jesus  our  leader  will  dry  every  tear, 
Our  bodies  and  souls  shall  his  glory  partake, 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  and  the  nations 

awake. 
Fight  on  ye  old  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  discharg'd. 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasure  enlarg'd; 
With  singing  and  shouting,  though  Jordan  may 

roar, 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan  and  stand  on  the  shore. 


00  TRUSTING  IN  GRACE 

HYMN  92.  C.  M. 

1  "JN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
JL  My  journey  I'll  pursue : 

Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry. 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
*'  Hinder  me  not,  come,  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee." 

HYMN  93.  P.  M. 

1  T>EGONE!  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
-O  And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear; 

By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail» 
The  word  he  has  spoken  will  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review. 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  bring  me  quite 

through. 

4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good. 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food, 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 

long. 
And  then,  O  how  pleasant,  the  conqueror's  song. 

HYMN  94.  S.  M. 


^W 


HITHER  go'st  thou.  Pilgrim  stranger. 
Passing  through  this  darksome  vale  ? 


AND  PROVIDENCE.  89 

Knowest  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

I  am  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  dos't  justly  call  me, 

Wand'ring  o'er  this  waste  so  wide ; 
Yet  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 
While  Pm  blest  with  such  a  Guide. 

3  Such  a  guide!— no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise ; 
If  a  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen— but  still  believe  me. 

Such  a  Guide  my  steps  attends, 
He'll  in  ev'ry  straight  relieve  me, 

He  from  every  harm  defends. 
6  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee. 

Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  7 

6  No :  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I  bend, 
There  to  plunge  will  be  delightful — 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

7  While  I  gaz'd — with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  stream  she  plung'd  from  sight: 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel,  cloth'd  with  light. 

HYMN  95.  L.  M. 

1  rriHERE  is  a  heav'n  o'er  yonder  skies, 

JL    A  heav'n  where  pleasure  never  dies, 

A  heav'n  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 

But  fear  again  it 's  not  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend,  O  hallelujah^ 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus,  is  my  friend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate ; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein. 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 


90  TRUSTING  IN  GRACE 

3  I  travel,  through  a  world  of  foes 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes ; 
The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

4  The  way  of  dangers  I  am  in, 
Beset  with  devils,  men,  and  sin  ; 
But  in  this  way  thy  track  I  see, 

And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be. 

5  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 

Through  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 

6  Then,  O  ray  soul  arise  and  sing, 
Yonder's  thy  Saviour,  friend,  and  king ; 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down., 
And  cries,  "  press  on  and  here's  the  crow 

7  "  Prove  faithful  then  a  few  more  days. 
Fight  the  good  fight  and  win  the  race, 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

8  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  last  joyful  trump  shall  sound. 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

HYMN  96.  P.  M. 

1  rriHERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 

X    Where  streams  of  joy  for  ever  roll, 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure. 

And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me. 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray ; 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 

A  light  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  danger. 

But  it's  the  path  that  leads  to  God  ; 
Then  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

ril  dauntless  keep  the  happy  road. 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on. 

My  helmet,  breast-plate,  and  my  shield, 
And*  fight  the  host  of  Satan, 

Until  I  gain  the  heav'nly  field. 


AND  PROVIDENCE.  91 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guarded  by  my  Saviour's  hand; 
O  come  along,  dear  sinner, 

And  see  Immanuel's  happy  land. 
To  all  that  stay  behind  me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell ! 
O  come,  or  you'll  repent  it, 

When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  hell. 

4  The  vale  of  tears  surround  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before, 
O  how  I  stand  and  tremble 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there : 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 

And  to  the  regions  of  despair. 

5  The  waves  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although  they're  deeper  than  the  grave ; 
If  Jesus  will  stand  by  me, 

I'll  calmly  ride  on  Jordan's  waves ; 
His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean. 

His  lamp  has  cheer'd  the  gloomy  vale ; 

0  may  this  friend  be  with  me. 

When  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sail. 

6  Then  come,  thou  king  of  terror. 

And  with  thy  weapons  lay  me  low ! 

1  soon  shall  reach  that  region, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow. 

Now,  Christians,  I  must  leave  you, 

A  few  more  days  to  suffer  here! 
Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  you— 

My  soul  exults — I'm  almost  there. 

7  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll. 
Then  I  shall  see  my  Saviour 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come, 
To  execute  his  vengeance. 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 


92  TRUSTING  IN  GRACE 

HYMN  97.  C.  M. 

1  T|riTH  joy  let  each  afflicted  saint 

▼  f    This  cheering  truth  behold  ; 
That  when  he's  tried  he  shall  not  faint, 
But  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

2  This  privilege,  oh  Lord !  I  claim, 

Nor  am  I  here  too  bold, 
That  from  the  trying,  tiery  flame, 
I  may  come  forth  as  gold. 

3  What  though  the  furnace  burns  on  high, 

Still  to  this  truth  I  '11  hold, 

'Tis  but  design'd  my  soul  to  try, 

I  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

4  Herein  his  wisdom  and  his  love. 

Will  God  to  me  unfold  ; 
And  from  the  furnace  I  shall  prove, 
He  '11  bring  me  forth  as  gold. 

5  He  '11  kindly  thus  consume  my  dross, 

So  in  this  world  I  'm  told ; 
Nor  can  I  suffer  real  loss, 
But  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

6  Thus  he  '11  conform  me  to  his  word, 

And  cast  roe  in  that  mould ; 
And  through  the  goodness  of  my  Lord 
I  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

7  Thus  will  I  sing  his  praises  here. 

Whose  mercies  are  of  old ; 

And  when  in  glory  I  appear, 

I  shall  come  forth  as  gold. 

HYMN98.  L.M. 

1  TN  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice, 

J.  With  thankful  heart  and  cheerful  voice, 
Thus  saith  his  word,  so  kind,  so  true, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

2  Sweet  words !  oh  let  us  bless  his  name, 
And  joyful  all  his  praise  proclaim ; 
These  words  shall  foes  and  fears  subdue, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

3  Are  you  in  darkness  and  distress? 
Does  Satan  roar  and  break  your  peace  ? 


AND  PROVIDENCE.  93 

Fear  not,  but  still  the  truth  review, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

4  Do  sore  afflictions  on  you  lay. 
And  pungent  sorrow  day  by  day  ? 

Look  to  this  word,  'twill  bear  you  through, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

5  If  death  in  gloomy  form  appear, 
And  overwhelm  your  souls  with  fear  ; 
Let  this  sweet  word  your  faith  renew, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

6  Thus  while  you  sojourn  here  below, 
As  pilgrims  in  this  world  of  wo; 

Make  this  your  song,  your  journey  through, 
**  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

7  And  when  each  happy  soul  attains, 
That  blissful  state  where  glory  reigns, 
This  song  shall  all  his  powers  employ, 
"  God  is  my  comfort  and  my  joy." 

HYMN  99.  L.  M. 

1  I'^HILDREN  of  God,  renounce  your  fears; 
Vy  Lo !  Jesus  for  your  help  appears, 

And  loudly  speaks,  as  he  draws  nigh, 
"  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  /." 

2  When  in  the  awful  tempest  tost, 

YoQ  feel  your  strength  and  courage  lost, 
And  mighty  waves  roll  o'er  your  head. 
Your  Lord  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 

3  When  mournful  tidings  come  from  far, 
Or  nations  raise  tumultuous  war. 
And  wide  their  devastations  spread, 
Yet  he  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 

4  The  famine,  pestilence,  and  sword, 
Are  all  obedient  to  his  word ; 

He,  riding  on  the  stormy  sky. 
Says,  "  Fear  ye  not,  for  it  is  J." 

5  When  earthly  joys  are  from  you  torn. 
Or  when  with  heartfelt  grief  you  mourn, 
To  see  your  dear  relations  dead  ; 

Yet  Jesus  lives,  be  not  afraid. 


94  TRUSTING  IN  GRACii 

C  When  fierce  disease  attacks  your  frame, 
Your  Saviour's  love  is  still  the  same  ; 
In  death's  dark  shade  you  need  not  fear, 
For  Jesus  will  be  viith  you  there. 

7  When  stars  are  from  their  orbits  hurFd, 
And  flames  consume  the  guilty  world, 
E'en  then  your  Judge  will  smiling  cry, 
"  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  /." 

HYMN  100.  C.  M. 

1  "  T  LOVE  the  Lord,"  is  still  the  strain 

Jl    My  heart  delights  to  sing ; 
Though  oft  my  heart  suggests  again, 
"  Perhaps  'tis  no  such  thing." 

2  Before  the  power  of  love  divine. 

Creation  fades  away ; 
'Till  only  God  is  seen  to  shine. 
In  all  that  we  survey. 

3  Nor  exile  I,  nor  prison  fear, 

Love  makes  my  courage  great ; 
I  find  a  Saviour  every  where, 
His  grace  in  every  state. 

4  Nor  castle  walls,  nor  dungeons  deep. 

Exclude  his  quick'ning  beams ; 

There  I  can  sit,  and  sing,  and  weep, 

And  dwell  on  heavenly  themes. 

5  A  Saviour  kindles  all  my  joys, 

And  sweetens  all  my  pains. 
His  strength  in  my  defence  employs. 
Consoles  me,  and  sustains. 

6  I  fear  no  ill,  resent  no  wrong, 

Nor  feel  a  passion  move, 
When  malice  whets  her  sland'rous  tongue ; 
Such  patience  is  in  love. 

HYMN  101.  C.  M. 

1  rilHE  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 
X    Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide  ; 

The  shepherd  by  whose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed, 

And  gently  there  repose ; 


AND  PROVIDENCE.  95 

Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 
Refreshing  water  flows. 

3  He  does  my  wand'ring  soul  reclaim ; 

And  to  his  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
Id  his  most  righteous  ways. 

4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

5  In  presence  of  my  spiteful  foes, 

He  does  my  table  spread ; 
He  crowns  my  cup  with  cheerful  wine, 
With  oil  anoints  my  head. 

6  Since  God  does  thus  his  wond'rous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  him  I  will  devote. 
And  in  his  temple  spend. 

HYMN  102.  C.  M.  D. 

1  TTTHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

f  T    Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour, 

With  better  hopes  be  fill'd  : 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  hath  flowed, 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  heart  more  dear. 

Because  conferr'd  by  thee  : 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
I  still  would  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour,       ^ 

Thy  love  my  heart  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will : 


96  THE  CHRISTIAN 

My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  low'ring  storm  shall  see ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  is  fix'd  on  thee. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 


HYMN  103.  P.  M. 

1  "ITE  sons  of  war  I  pray  draw  near, 

JL    And  list  as  general  volunteers, 
Become  our  royal  brothers  here, 

I  mean  as  valiant  soldiers  ; 
You  '11  enter  into  present  pay, 
And  feasting  live  from  day  to  day ; 
Then  turn  about  and  march  away, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

2  Ye  careless  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
Who  long  have  trod  in  folly's  ways, 
O  turn  about  to  Zion's  face, 

And  meet  Apollyon's  forces  ; 
Gird  on  your  sword  and  glittering  shield. 
And  with  your  helmet  take  the  field. 
And  fight  your  way,  and  never  yield, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

3  The  bounty  you  shall  have  in  hand, 
If  you  'U  enlist  in  Jesu's  band, 
Your  captain  in  the  front  will  stand, 

And  beat  your  foes  before  you  ; 
Come  throw  your  rebel  weapons  down, 
And  seek  for  honour  and  renown, 
And  you  shall  wear  a  starry  crown, 

For  Jesus  will  support  you. 

4  You  long  have  been  the  slaves  of  sin, 
With  dire  corruption  deep  within. 
The  Christian  warfare  now  begin, 

And  face  Apollyon's  forces ; 


WARFARE.  97 

The  breast-plate  take  of  righteousness. 
Your  feet  be  sliod  with  gospel  peace, 
Be  daily  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

5  Desert  the  cause  of  heaven's  foe, 
Before  you  plunge  in  endless  wo, 
Now  courage  take,  to  Jesus  go. 

And  he  will  now  receive  you ; 
From  sin  and  Satan  you  '11  get  free, 
And  happy  seasons  you  shall  see, 
And  gain  the  Christian's  liberty, 

For  Jesus  will  support  you. 

6  No  more  in  Satan's  ranks  appear, 
But  to  our  banner  pray  draw  near, 
We  '11  win  the  day,  you  need  not  fear. 

Though  earth  and  hell  and  oppose  us ; 
Our  captain  he  is  always  brave. 
And  able  still  his  men  to  save ; 
He  conquered  death,  hell,  and  the  grave, 

And  he  will  still  support  you. 

7  O,  let  not  sinners  you  affright, 
Although  they  rage  and  vent  their  spite, 
Wear  but  the  Christian's  armour  right, 

And  none  can  stand  before  you  ; 
Although  your  parents  should  oppose, 
Your  dearest  friends  become  your  foes, 
Yet  sweetly  with  the  gospel  close. 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

8  And  when  the  war  is  at  an  end. 
Our  captain  still  will  be  our  friend. 
We  '11  wing  our  way  and  up  ascend, 

To  reign  with  him  in  glory : 
Then  all  our  tears  be  wip'd  away, 
Our  night  be  turn'd  to  endless  day. 
And  on  our  golden  harps  we'll  play, 

The  joyful  song  of  heaven. 


HYMN  104.  P.  M. 

WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  dwell  with  him  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains, 
Of  everlasting  love  ? 
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^O 


\db  THE  CHRISTIAN 

When  shall  I  be  deliver'd, 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin. 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  captain's  gone  before, 
He 's  given  me  my  orders 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear, 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he  '11  give. 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determin'd. 

To  conquer  though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly : 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  them  all  adieu ; 
And  you  my  friends  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue.  , 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles, 

And  trials  on  the  v/ay, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
And  when  your  race  is  ended, 

You  '11  reign  with  him  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend; 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 
'  He '11  not  refuse  to  lend; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you. 

Though  often  you  request. 
He  '11  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

HYMN  105.  P.  M. 

1  T  IFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
jL*  And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends ; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay. 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 


WARFARE.  99 

And  I'll  sing  hallelujah, 

And  glory  be  to  God  on  high ; 
And  I  '11  sing  hallelujah, 

There 's  glory  beaming  through  the  sky. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory. 

If  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  O  good  old  way  !  how  sweet  thou  art, 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart. 
But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We  're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ, 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy, 

Yet  never  fear,  we  '11  gain  the  day. 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view  by  faith  the  promis'd  land. 
Then  we  may  sing  and  shout  and  pray, 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

6  Ye  valiant  souls,  for  heav'n  contend, 
Remember  glory 's  at  the  end  ; 

Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away. 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

7  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore. 
We'll  meet  with  those  who  've  gone  before 
And  shout  to  think  we  've  gain'd  the  day, 

,    By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

HYMN  106.  L.  M. 

1  \    SOLDIER,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made, 
-63L  Thou  art  my  Captain,  King,  and  Head, 
And  under  thee  I  mean  to  fight. 

The  fight  of  faith  with  all  my  might. 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  ensign  of  the  conquering  Lord, 
The  Christian  soldier's  standard  is. 
And  I  will  fight  for  king  Jesus. 

2  Thou  art  my  guard,  keep  me  I  pray, 
That  I  may  march  the  heavenly  way ; 


100  THE  CHRISTIAN 

Nor  from  my  duty  e'er  depart, 
But  live  to  Christ  with  ail  my  heart; 
Grant  me  the  weapon  of  thy  word, 
Thy  powerful  Spirit's  two-edg'd  sword, 
To  slay  my  foes  where'er  they  be, 
And  own  the  victory  won  by  thee. 

3  O  make  me,  Lord,  w^hat  I  should  be, 
To  boldly  face  the  enemy; 

That  when  alarm'd  to  call  the  Lord, 
And  pass  thy  word  to  all  the  guard ; 
Help  me  to  walk  in  humbleness, 
March  to  the  right  in  holiness ; 
O  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too, 
And  fit  to  stand  the  grand  review. 

4  That  when  our  General  shall  come. 
With  sound  of  trumpet  not  of  drum, 

'Tis  then  our  well  dress'd  ranks  shall  stand 
In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand. 
And  when  the  enemy  gets  the  rout. 
And  are  wheel'd  by  him  to  th'  left  about, 
Then  we'll  march  up  to  the  heavenly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesu's  feet. 

5  The  war  is  o'er,  and  we  are  free, 
To  join  the  blood-wash'd  company  ; 
Our  wages  shafl  be  crowns  of  gold, 
And  joys  of  heaven  that  can't  be  told. 
There  like  our  glorious  Lord  we'll  shine, 
In  heavenly  concert  we  shall  join, 

And  praises  on  the  highest  key, 
Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. 

HYMN  107.  P.M. 

1  "^T  E  soldiers  of  Jesus  pray  stand  to  your  arms, 

JL    Prepare  fl5r  the  battle,  the  gospel  alarms. 
The  trumpets  are  sounding,  come  soldiers  and  see, 
The  standard  and  colours  of  sweet  liberty. 

2  Tho'  Satan's  black  trumpet  is  sounding  so  near. 
Take  courage  brave  soldiers,  his  armies  we  dare : 
In  the  strength  of  King  Jesus  we  dare  him  to 

fight, 
We'll  put  his  black  armies  of  aliens  to  flight. 


WARFARE.  101 

In  the  mount  of  salvation,  in  Christ's  armoury, 
There's  swords,  shields,  and  breast-plates,  and 

helmets  for  thee ; 
Be  not  faint-heart  though  he  roars  like  a  flood, 
He'll  not  stand  before  the  bright  armies  of  God. 

4  To  battle,  to  battle,  the  trumpets  doth  sound, 
The  watchmen  are  crying  fair  Zion  around : 
The  signal  for  vict'ry !  hark !  hark !  from  the  sky  i 
Shout,  shout  ye  brave  armies,  the  watchmen  all 

cry. 

5  As  the  great  Goliah,  Apollyon  shall  fall ; 
With  the  sword  of  the  Spirit  we'll  conquer  them 

all; 
We'll  leave  no  opposers  alive  in  the  field, 
By  the  strength  of  Jehovah  we'll  force  them  to 

yield. 

6  Thro'  Jesus,  our  wisdom,  we'll  baffle  his  rage. 
My  heart  beats    for   conquest,  come    soldiers 

engage; 
The  trumpets  are  sounding— the  armies  appear, 
We'll  not  leave  one  standing  from  front  to  the 

rear. 

7  King  Jesus  is  riding  the  white  horse  before. 
The  watchmen  close  after,  the  trumpet  doth  roar  : 
Some  shouting,  some  singing,  salvation  they  cry, 

■    In  the  strength  of  King  Jesus  all  hell  we  defy. 

8  Fair  Zion's  a  shouting  to  her  conq'ring  King, 
Salvation  to  Jesus,  the  armies  doth  sing : 
Apollyon  we've  conquer'd  and  sunk  in  the  flood  : 
O  who  can  withstand  the  bright  armies  of  God  ? 

9  Behold  all  the  armies  are  now  marching  home, 
God's  trumpet  is  sounding,  and  bids  them  to  come, 
All  Zion's  fair  armies  together  doth  meet, 

And  lay  down  their  armour  at  Jesus's  feet. 

10  The  angelic  army  with  Zion  combines  ; 
In  robes  of  bright  glory  eternally  shines; 

All  shouting  and  singing  on  Canaan's   bright 

shore, 
Where  wars  and  qommotions  can  reach  them  no 

more. 


102  THE  CHRISTIAN 

11  Cheer  up,  ye  dear  pilgrims,  the  time's  drawing 

nigh,  ^ 

When  we  shall  meet  Jesus'  bright  host  in  the  sky ; 
Our  friends  and  relations  in  Jesus  so  dear, 
Both  preachers  and  people  shall  then  meet  us 

there. 

12  We'll  join  the  bright  harpers  in  anthems  divine, 
Whose  crowns  with  bright  diamonds  the  sun 

doth  outshine ; 
To  the  praise  of  King  Jesus  we'll  tune  our  harps 

then : 
Salvation  and  glory  to  Jesus,  Amen. 

HYMN  108.  C.  M. 

1  TTARK!  listen  to  the  trumpeters, 
■O.  They  call  for  volunteers; 

On  Zion's  bright  and  flowery  mount, 
Behold  the  officers. 

2  Their  horses  white,  their  armours  bright, 

With  courage  bold  they  stand. 

Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 

To  march  to  Canaan's  land. 

3  It  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame, 

A  soldier  for  to  be, 
I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms. 
And  fight  for  liberty. 

4  We  want  no  cowards  in  our  bands, 

That  will  their  colours  fly; 
We  call  for  valiant-hearted  men 
That's  not  afraid  to  die. 

5  To  see  our  armies  on  parade, 

How  martial  they  appear; 

All  arm'd  and  dress'd  in  uniform 

They  look  like  men  of  war. 

6  They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  eternal  Lamb, 
His  garments  stain'd  in  his  own  blood. 
King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

7  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 

They  drive  the  hosts  of  hell ; 
How  dreadful  is  our  God  t'adore, 
The  great  Immanuel. 


WARFARE.  103 

8  Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

The  eternal  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 
Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

9  There  on  a  green  and  flowery  mound, 

Where  fruits  immortal  grow, 
With  angels  all  array'd  in  white, 
And  our  Redeemer  know. 

10  We'll  shout  and  sing  for  evermore, 

In  that  eternal  world, 
While  Satan  and  his  army  too, 
Shall  down  to  hell  be  hurl'd. 

11  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  soldiers  bold, 

Redemption's  drawing  nigh; 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound. 
That  shakes  the  earth  and  sky. 

12  In  fiery  chariots  we  shall  rise, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire ; 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love. 
And  join  the  heavenly  choir. 
HYMN  109.  C.  M. 

1  A  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
XJL  A  follower  of  the  Lamb  7 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies. 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
W^hilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  saii'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God  7 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die, 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


104  THE  CHRISTIAN 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  110.  P.  M. 

1  ir^AR-K  and  thorny  is  the  desert, 

JLJ  Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way; 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day ; 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  O  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary, 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you. 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you. 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne. 
He  who  dy'd  his  g'arments  for  you, 

Aiid  the  wine-press  trod  alone. 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll  : 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole ; 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command. 
They  are  always  hov'ring  round  you, 

Till  you  reach  the  heav'nly  land. 

4  There  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest ; 
Love  and  joy,  and  peace  for  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast : 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory, 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high  ; 
They  on  golden  harps  for  ever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky ! 

5  Millions  there  of  flaming  seraphs. 

Fly  across  the  heav'nly  plain. 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises, 
Glory,  glory  is  their  strain. 


WARFARE.  105 

But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert. 

Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring; 
And  the  song^  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 
6  O  their  crowns !  how  bright  they  sparkle, 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore  : 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  or  sorrow,  pain  or  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 

HYMN  111.  L.  M. 

1  "^TE  weary,  heavy  laden  souls 

JL    Who  are  oppressed  sore, 
Ye  travelers  through  the  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  : 
Through  chilling  winds,  and  beating  rain, 

The  water  deep  and  cold, 
And  enemies  surrounding  you, 

Take  courage  and  be  bold. 

2  Though  storms  and  hurricanes  arise, 

The  desert  all  around. 
And  fiery  serpents  oft  appear 

Through  the  enchanted  ground : 
Dark  nights  and  clouds  and  gloomy  fear, 

And  dragons  often  roar. 
But  while  the  gospel  trump  we  hear, 

We'll  press  for  Canaan's  shore. 

3  We're  often  like  the  lonesome  dove. 

Who  mourns  her  absent  mate ; 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  vale  to  vale, 

Her  sorrows  to  relate. 
But  Canaan's  land  is  just  before, 

Sweet  spring  is  coming  on, 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains, 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 

4  Sometimes  like  mountains  to  the  sky. 

Black  Jordan's  billows  roar  ; 
Which  often  make  the  pilgrims  fear, 
They  never  will  get  o'er ; 


106  THE  CHRISTIAN 

But  let  us  gain  mount  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  vernal  plain, 
To  fright  our  souls  may  Jordan  roar, 

And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 

5  Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 

The  borders  of  that  land, 
The  trees  of  life,  with  heav'nly  fruit 

In  beauteous  order  stand. 
The  wintry  time  is  past  and  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  doth  appear; 
The  fiftieth  year  hath  now  roU'd  round, 

The  great  Sabbatick  year, 

6  O,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

To  my  believing  eyes; 
Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 

A  city  in  the  skies  : 
Bright  angels  whisp'ring  me  away, 

"  O  come,  my  brother  come," 
And  I  am  willing  to  be  gone 

To  my  eternal  home. 

7  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Who  are  to  Canaan  bound: 
And  should  we  never  meet  again 

Till  the  jubilee  shall  sound, 
I  hope  that  I  shall  meet  you  there, 

On  that  delightful  shore ; 
In  oceans  of  eternal  bliss, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

HYMN  112.  P.  M. 

1  i^OME  all  ye  wand'ring  pilgrims  dear 
Vy  That's  bound  for  Canaan's  land; 
Take  courage  and  fight  valiantly. 

Stand  forth  with  sword  in  hand. 
Our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 

The  Father's  only  Son  ; 
Then  Pilgrims  dear,  pray  do  not  fear, 

But  let  us  follow  on. 

2  We've  a  dark  and  howling  wilderness, 

'Twixt  this  and  Canaan's  shore  : 
A  land  of  droughts,  and  pits,  and  snares, 
WtiQTc  hideous  dangers  roar : 


WARFARE.  107 

But  Jesus  will  attend  us, 

And  guard  us  in  the  way ; 
If  enemies  examine  us, 

He'll  teach  us  what  to  say. 

3  "  Good  morning,  brother  traveller, 

Pray  tell  me  what's  your  name ; 
And  where  is  it  you're  going  to, 

Also  from  whence  you  came  ?" 
"  My  name  it  is  Bold  Pilgrim, 

To  Canaan  I  am  bound  ; 
I'm  from  the  howling  wilderness, 

From  that  enchanted  ground." 

4  "  Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head, 

That  shines  so  clear  and  bright? 
Likewise  the  covering  of  your  breast, 

That's  dazzling  to  my  sight  ? 
What  kind  of  shoes  are  them  you  wear. 

On  which  you  boldly  stand  ? 
Likewise  that  shining  instrument, 

You  bear  in  your  right  hand?" 

5  "  'Tis  glorious  hope  upon  my  head, 

And  on  my  breast  a  shield ; 
With  this  bright  sword  I  mean  to  fight 

Until  I  win  the  field ; 
My  feet  are  shod  with  gospel  peace, 

On  which  I  boldly  stand ! 
And  I'm  resolv'd  to  fight  till  death, 

And  win  fair  Canaan's  land." 

6  "  You'd  better  stay  with  me  Pilgrim, 

And  give  your  journey  o'er ; 
Your  Captain,  he  is  out  of  sight, 

His  face  you'll  see  no  more : 
My  name  it  is  Apollyon, 

This  land  belongs  to  me, 
•  And  for  your  arms  and  pilgrim  dress 

I'll  give  it  all  to  thee." 

7  "  O  no,"  says  the  bold  pilgrim,  "  sir, 

Your  offer  I  disdain  ; 
For  a  glitt'ring  crown  of  glory  bright, 

I  shortly  shall  obtain. 
If  I  but  hold  out  faithful 

To  my  dear  Lord's  command, 


108  THE  CHRISTIAN 

I  jointly  shall  be  heir  with  him 

In  Canaan's  happy  land. 
8  "  'Tis  true,  indeed,  I  am  not  freed, 

From  enemies  as  yet ; 
But  by  the  grace  of  God  I  stand, 

With  them  beneath  my  feet: 
Now  I  rejoice  with  a  loud  voice 

In  hope  of  victory: 
And  to  God's  grace  I'll  give  the  praise 

To  all  eternity." 

HYMN  113.  L.  M. 

1  (TiOME  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
vy  Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 

And  walk  the  narrow,  happy  road. 
We're  all  united  heart  and  hand, 
Join'd  in  one  band  completely ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  land 
Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly. 

2  Great  tribulations  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street; 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  its  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

3  That  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear 
Sound  through  the  earth,  yea,  down  to  hell, 
And  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

4  Beliold  the  world  in  burning  flames, 
The  trumpet  louder  still  proclaims; 

The  world  must  hear  and  know  her  doom ;    , 
The  separation  day  is  come. 

5  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 

While  Christ,  the  judge,  these  words  proclaims, 
"  Here  comes  my  saints,  I  own  their  nanies. 

6  "  Ye  everlasting  gates  fly  wide ; 
Make  ready  tc  receive  my  bride ; 

Ye  harps  of  heaven  now  sound  aloud,  , 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood." 

7  In  grandeur  see  the  the  royal  line, 
In  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine ; 


WARFARE.  109 

See  saints  and  angels  joined  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendour  to  the  throne. 
8  They  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on, 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  raptures  set  their  souls  on  fire. 

HYMN  114.  L.  M. 

1  T'VE  'listed  in  the  holy  war, 

JB.  Sing  glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 

Content  to  suffer  soldiers'  fare  ; 

Sing  glory.  &c. 
The  banner  over  me  is  love, 

Sing  glory,  &c. 
I  draw  my  rations  from  above. 

Sing  glory,  &c. 

2  I've  fought  through  many  a  battle  sore, 
And  I  must  fight  through  many  more; 

I'll  take  ray  breastplate,  sword,  and  shield, 
And  boldly  march  into  the  field. 

3  I've  'listed,  and  I  mean  to  fight, 
Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight ; 
And  when  the  victory  I  have  won, 
I'll  give  the  praise  to  God  alone. 

4  Come,  Christian  heroes,  go  with  me ; 
Come,  face  the  foe,  and  never  flee; 
•The  heavenly  battle  is  begun, 

Come,  take  the  field  and  wear  the  crown. 

5  With  'listing  orders  I  am  come — 

Come  rich,  come  poor,  come  old  and  young ; 
Hera's  bounty  money  Christ  has  given. 
And  glorious  crowns  laid  up  in  heaven. 

6  Our  General  he  is  gone  before. 

And  you  may  draw  on  grace's  store : 
But  if  you  will  not  'list  and  fight, 

'Tis  awful. 
You'll  sink  into  eternal  night. 

'Tis  awful. 


HYMN  115.  P.  M. 
^  .  ... —  ^  had  some  humble  p.^^^, 
Where  I  might  bide  from  sorraw  ; 


1  f\ii  !  that  I  had  some  humble  place 


110  THE  CHUISTIAN 

Where  I  might  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  there  be  freed  from  terror. 

Oh !  had  I  wmgs  like  Noah's  dove, 
['d  leave  this  world  and  Satan, 

And  fly  away  to  realms  above, 
Where  Jesus  stands  inviting. 

2  My  heart  is  often  made  to  mourn, 

Because  I'm  faint  and  feeble ; 
And  when  my  Saviour  seems  to  frown, 

My  soul  is  fill'd  with  trouble 
But  when  he  doth  again  return, 

And  I  repent  my  folly ; 
'Tis  then  I  after  glory  run, 

And  still  my  Jesus  follow. 

3  I  have  my  bitter  and  my  sweet, 

While  through  this  world  I  travel; 
Sometimes  1  shout,  and  often  weep; 

Which  makes  my  foes  to  marvel. 
But  let  them  think,  and  think  again, 
'  I  feel  I'm  bound  for  heaven; 
I  hope  I  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 

I  therefore  still  will  praise  him. 
I  want  to  live  a  Christian  here; 

I  want  to  die  while  shouting ; 
I  want  to  feel  my  Saviour  near. 

When  soul  and  body's  parting. 
I  v/ant  to  see  bright  angels  stand. 

And  waiting  to  receive  me  ; 
To  bear  my  soul  to  Canaan's  land. 

Where  Christ  is  gone  before  me. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  MARINER. 


HYMN  116.  P.  M. 
1  mUROUGH  tribulation  deep, 
i    The  way  to  glory  is ; 
This  stormy  course  I  keep, 
On  these  tempestuous  seas ; 
By  waves  and  winds  I'm  toss'd  and  driv'n, 
Freighted  with  grace  and  bound  to  lieuv'a. 


MARINER.  Ill 

2  Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane, 
And  high  the  waters  flow, 

And  o'er  my  sides  break  in  ; 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blust'ring  winds  and  surging  waves, 

3  When  I  in  my  distress. 

My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 
Within  th£  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessel  fast ; 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides. 

4  If  a  dead  calm  ensues. 

And  heav'n  no  breeezes  give, 
The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 

I  tug,  and  toil,  and  strive: 
Thro'  storms  and  calms  for  many  a  day» 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 

5  But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 

Springs  up  and  fills  ray  sail, 
My  vessel  goes  with  ease 

Before  the  pleasant  gale : 
And  runs  as  much  an  hour,  or  more. 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

6  Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight, 

The  sun  doth  not  appear, 
•    Nor  can  I  in  the  night 

Behold  the  moon  or  star; 
Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks,  or  more, 
I  cannot  see  the  sky  or  shore. 

7  As  at  the  time  of  noon, 

My  quadrant  faith,  I  take. 
To  view  my  christ,  my  sun. 

If  he  the  clouds  should  break; 
I'm  happy  when  his  face  I  see, 
I  know  then  whereabouts  I  be. 

8  The  Bible  is  my  chart. 

By  it  the  seas  I  know ; 
I  cannot  with  it  part. 

It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show: 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too. 
Whose  needle  points  for  ever  true. 


112  THE  CHRISTIAN 

9  I  keep  aloof  from  pride. 

These  rocks  I  pass  with  care ; 
I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlwind  of  despair ; 
Presumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  run. 

10  When  through  a  strait  I  go, 

Or  near  some  coast  am  drove, 
The  plummet  forth  I  throw, 

And  thus  my  safety  prove. 
My  conscience  is  the  line  which  I 
Fathom  the  depth  of  water  by. 

11  My  vessel  would  be  lost, 

In  spite  of  all  ray  care, 
But  that  the  Holy  Ghost 
Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer; 
And  I  through  all  my  voyage  will 
Depend  upon  my  steerman's  skill. 

12  Ere  1  can  reach  heaven's  coast, 

I  must  a  gulph  pass  through. 
Which  fatal  proves  to  most ; 

For  all  this  passage  go. 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  overwhelm, 
If  God  himself  is  at  the  helm. 

13  When  through  this  gulph  I  get, 

(Though  rough,  it  is  but  short,) 
The  pilot  angels  meet 

And  bring  me  into  port ; 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 

HYMN  117.  P.  M. 

1  TESUS,  at  thy  command, 
«J  I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land. 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep; 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot — wise, 

My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies. 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord ; 


MARINER.  113 

ril  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Through  all  my  passage  lie; 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guard  me  with  his  eye; 
My  anchor,  hope,  will  firm  abide. 
And  every  boisterous  storm  outride. 

4  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss; 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh. 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss ; 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

5  By  faith  I  see  the  land. 

The  port  of  endless  rest; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand. 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast: 
O  may  I  gain  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  disturb  no  more. 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace: 
Waft  me  from  all  below. 

To  heaven  my  destin'd  place: 
There  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind, 

HYMN  118.  P.  M. 

i  rriHE    people  called    Christians,  how  many 
X    things  they  tell, 
About  the  land  of  Canaan,  where  saints  and 

angels  dwell; 
But  sin,  that  dreadful  ocean,  compasses  them 

around, 
While  its  tide  still  divides  them  from  Canaan's 

happy  ground. 

2  Thousands  have  been  impatient  to  find  their 
passage  through. 
And  with  united  vigour  have  tried  what  they 
could  do ; 

H 


114  THE  CHRISTIAN  MARINER. 

But  vessels  built  by  human  skill  have  never 

sail'd  afar, 
Till  they're  found  run  aground  on  some  dreadful 

sandy  bar. 

3  The  everlasting  Gospel  has  launched  the  deep  at 

last; 
Behold  her  sails  suspended  around  her  towering 

masts  ; 
Around  her  decks,  in  order,  the  joyful  sailors 

stand, 
Crying  O!  here  we  go,  to  Emmanuel's  happy  land! 

4  To  those  who  are  spectators,  what  sorrow  must 

ensue, 
To  have  their  old  companions  bid  them  a  long 

adieu ; 
The  pleasures  of  a  paradise  no  longer  them 

invite : 
They  may  rail  while  we  sail,  but  we  '11  soon  be 

out  of  sight. 

5  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean,  we  bid  them  all 

farewell, 
But  where  we  shall  cast  anchor,  no  mortal  tongue 

can  tell: 
About  our  future  happiness  there  needs  be  no 

debate. 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide,  with  our  Captain  and 

his  Mate. 

6  We're  passengers  united  with  harmony  and 

love ! 
The  wind's  all  in  our  favour,  how  joyfully  we 

move  : 
Though  troubles  may  surround  us,  and  raging 

billows  roar, 
We  will  sweep  through  the  deep,  till  we  land  on 

Canaan's  shore. 


(115) 

GLORYING  IN  THE  CROSS. 


HYMN  119.  P.  M. 

1  QWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
k5  Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 
Here  I  '11  sit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams,  in  streams  of  blood  : 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing. 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie. 
While  I  see  divine  compassion, 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze : 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven, 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe : 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 
.   May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing; 

And  himself  more  deeply  know. 


J 


HYMN  120.  L.  M. 
ESUS !  and  shall  it  ever  be 


A  mortal  man  ashara'd  of  thee! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  f 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon ; 


116  GLORYING  IN 

'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he. 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No,  when  I  blush— be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  'Till  then— nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
'Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

7  His  institutions  I  will  prize. 

Take  up  my  cross— the  shame  despise, 
Pare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

HYMN  121.  P.  M. 

1  ¥  LOVE  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee  my  love, 
JL  I  long  thy  salvation  more  fully  to  prove ; 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  O  why  ? 
Because  my  dear  Saviour  for  sinners  did  die. 

2  On  Zion's  bright  mountain  this  news  I  will  tell. 
The  strains  of  redemption  my  bosom  shall  swell. 
With  angelic  ardour  his  love  I  '11  proclaim, 
Redemption  for  sinners  in  Jesus's  name. 

3  Redemption,  redemption,  through  Zion  shall  ring. 
In  the  flame  of  redemption,  her  converts  shall 

sing : 
Redemption,  redemption,  through  Jesus's  blood, 
Descending  from  Calv'ry  and  runs  like  a  flood. 

4  We'll  talk  of  redemption  while  we  stay  below. 
We'll  sing  of  redemption  when  upwards  we  go; 
When  the  sun  shall  be  darken'd,  the  moon  turn'd 

to  blood. 
We'll  shout  full  redemption  in  the  kingdom  of 
God. 

5  When  sinking  in  sorrow  free  grace  did  abound, 
Fursu'd  by  the  devil,  redemption  we  found ; 


THE  CROSS.  117 

Our  hearts  to  redemption  we'll  tune  e^^'ry  string-, 
Through  heaven's  high  arches  redemption  shall 
ring. 

6  Redemption,  redemption,  to  him  that  was  slain; 
We'll  out-sing  the  angels  in  this  heavenly  strain : 
Redemption  to  Jesus,  for  ever  we'll  cry, 

For  men,  not  for  angels,  the  Saviour  did  die. 

7  All  glory,  all  glory,  to  Jesus's  name, 

All  wisdom  and  power  to  the  spotless  Lamb, 
To  him  that  redeem'd  us,  the  great  One  in  Three, 
Hosanna,  hosanna,  through  eternity. 

8  The  song  of  creation  bright  angels  may  sing, 
But  we'll  sing  redemption  to  Jesus  our  king: 
Through  ages  eternal  these  songs  shall  be  sung, 
While  Jesus's  glory  inspires  each  tongue. 

HYMN  122.  C.  M. 

1  QWEET  muse  descend,  and  bless  the  shade, 
>o  And  bless  the  evening  grove  ! 
Business,  and  noise,  and  day  are  fled, 

And  ev'ry  care  but  love. 

2  'Tis  no  mean  beauty  of  the  grove, 

That  hath  enslav'd  my  eyes  ; 

I  faint  beneath  a  nobler  wound 

Than  love  below  the  skies. 

3  Jesus  has  all  my  pow'rs  possess'd» 

My  hopes,  my  fears,  my  joys : 

He,  the  dear  sov'reign  of  my  breast, 

Shall  still  command  my  voice. 

4  Some  of  the  fairest  choirs  above, 

Shall  flock  around  my  song, 
With  joy  to  hear  the  name  they  love 
Sound  from  a  mortal's  tongue. 

5  His  charms  shall  make  my  numbers  flow ; 

And  hold  the  falling  flood, 
While  silence  sits  on  every  bough, 
And  bends  the  list'ning  wood. 

6  I'll  carve  his  passion  on  the  bark, 
'>'        And  ev'ry  wounded  tree. 

Shall  droop,  and  bear  some  mystic  mark, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me. 


118  CHRISTIAN 

7  The  swains  shall  wonder  when  they  read, 
Inscrib'd  on  all  the  grove,  ^ 

That  heav'n  itself  came  down  and  bled, 
To  win  a  mortal's  love. 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 


HYMN  123.  C.  M. 

1  i~^UR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
\J  Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 

One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun ; 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spoke, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  tire ; 
He  stopp'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  bless'd. 
And  fiU'd  the  enlarg'd  desire. 
A  Saviour !  let  creation  sing ! 
A  Saviour !  let  all  heaven  ring ! 
He 's  God  with  us,  we  fee-l  him  ours, 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours, 
'Tis  almost  done — 'tis  almost  o'er, 
We  're  joining  those  who  're  gone  before. 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  We're  soldiers  fighting  for  our  God, 

Lei  trembling  cowards  fly ; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm,  and  fix'd, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die  : 
Let  devils  rage,  and  hell  assail, 

We'll  force  our  passage  through; 
Let  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert. 

We'll  seize  the  crown,  our  due. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still,  • 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain : 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows ; 

Oh  pour  the  mighty  flood ; 
And  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 


FELLOWSHIP.  119 

4  When  thou  shalt  make  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

By  thee  proclaim'd  thine  own  ; 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

Be  sinners  saved  by  grace  : 
From  glory  into  glory  changed, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

HYMN  124.  P.  M. 

1  X7"E  jewels  of  my  Master, 

X    Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amidst  the  beams  of  glory. 

Reflect  immortal  blaze. 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crown'd, 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 

To  Zion's  city  bound. 

2  Ye  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 

The  purchase  of  his  blood, 
Who  feed  among  the  lilies, 

Beside  the  purple  flood ; 
Go  on,  ye  happy  pilgrims, 

Your  journey  still  pursue. 
And  at  a  humble  distance 

I'll  sing  and  follow  too. 

,  3  When  I  beheld  your  order, 

And  harmony  of  soul ; 
And  heard  divinest  numbers 

In  pure  devotion  roil, 
And  gems  immortal  glowing 

With  such  enlivening  grace,  ^ 

I  view'd  the  Saviour's  image 

Imprest  on  every  face. 

4  Speak  often  to  each  other, 
To  cheer  the  fainting  mind, 
And  often  be  your  voices 
In  pure  devotion  joined ; 
.   Though  trials  may  await  you. 
The  crown  before  you  lies, 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims. 
And  soon  you'll  win  the  prize. 


120  CHRISTIAN 

5  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day, 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Releas'd  from  cumbrous  clay. 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you 

From  worthless  dross  and  tin, 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

6  On  that  important  morning, 

When  bursting  thunders  sound. 
And  nimble  lightnings  waving. 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound, 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

And  clap  your  joyful  hands, 
Lo !  you're  redeem'd  for  ever 

From  death's  corrupted  bands. 

7  As  Aaron,  with  his  girdle. 

In  shining  jewels  drest, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 

Inscrib'd  upon  his  breast. 
So  will  the  priests  of  Zion, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory, 

And  God  their  kindred  own. 

8  The  golden  bell  shall  echo 

Around  the  sacred  hill, 
And  sweet  immortal  anthems. 

The  vocal  regions  fill ; 
In  everlasting  beauty 

The  shining  millions  stand, 
Safe  on  the  rock  of  ages, 
^i-^midst  the  promis'd  land. 

9  We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round. 
And  in  dissolving  raptures 

Be  lost  in  love  profound : 
While  all  the  flaming  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling 

From  the  unnumber'd  throng. 


FELLOWSHIP.  121 

HYMN  125.  P.  M. 

1  npHE  Lord 's  into  his  garden  come, 
X    The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  coming  on. 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is ; 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive; 
None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent. 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 
The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesu's  way  go  on : 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here. 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun. 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne. 

From  Jesu's  throne  on  high: 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again. 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above. 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply. 


122  CHRISTIAN 

Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 
That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home  : 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansions  there : 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand. 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

HYMN  126.  P.  M. 

1  "fjSTHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall  come 

f  ¥    To  call  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  wretched  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die. 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now. 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought. 
What  if  my  name  should  be  cast  out, 

When  thou  shalt  for  them  call! 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace. 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding  place 

In  this  accepted  day : 
Thy  pard'ning  voice  O  let  me  hear,    , 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found. 
When  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound. 

To  see  thy  smiling  face : 
The  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  music  rings, 

With  shouts  of  loudest  praise. 


FELLOWSHIP.  123 

HYMN  127.  P.  M. 

1  npHE  sacred  ties  of  friendship 
X  Unite  all  loving  Christians; 
In  glory,  in  glory  they  shall  live : 

No  time  or  place  shall  change  them, 

And  death  shall  ne'er  dissolve  them. 
United,  united  are  they  that  believe ! 

When  Gabriel's  trump  is  sounding, 

And  conquer'd  death 's  resigning, 

The  scatter'd  dust  uniting, 

The  soul  and  body  joining. 

All  join  the  grand  procession, 

And  glory  realizing, 
Then  happy,  happy  we  shall  be. 

2  The  bliss  exquisite  flowing, 

The  friends  of  Jesus  shouting, 
(Such  raptures,  raptures  flow  from  his  word!) 

The  angels  join  in  concert, 

While  Jesus  stands  inviting ; 
Come  on,  come  on,  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord ; 

Behold  the  crowns  of  glory. 

And  saints  and  angels  meeting, 

And  living  streams  of  purest  joy 

For  ever  are  increasing ; 

In  azure  fields  for  ever  range, 

And  view  a  smiling  Jesus, 
Then  happy,  happy  we  shall  be. 

3  Then  sinner 's  now  lamenting ; 

He  sees  the  grand  procession 
Now  marching,  marching  to  the  dazzling  throne ; 
His  frighted  soul  alarmed. 
He  cries  with  looks  amazed. 
Farewell,  farewell,  I  am  for  ever  gone  I 
Behold  a  godly  father. 
And  there  a  godly  mother. 
Who  once  did  pray  together  : 
They  drink  the  streams  of  pleasure, 
But  I  am  lost  for  ever 
On  waves  of  endless  sorrow, 
Then  torment,  torment  is  for  ever  mine. 


124  CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

HYMN  128.  C.  M. 

1  TIT  HAT  poor  despised  company 

vT    Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  the  rugged  maze  ? 

2  Ah,  these  are  of  d  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo !  for  joy  they  sing. 

3  Why  then  do  they  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen, 
The  world  is  not  apprised. 

4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distress'd. 

And  lacking  daily  bread ; 
Ah,  they're  of  boundless  wealth  possess'd, 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, . 

That  rugged  thorny  maze  ? 
Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod,— 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path, 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

7  What !  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
No  other  can  be  found. 

HYMN  129.  P.  M. 

1  TTIROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
Jj  That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ? 
It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties, 

That  distance  and  time  can't  remove: 
It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found. 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost; 
It  grows  in  Immanuel's  ground, 

And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

2  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  souls  so  united  in  love ; 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN.  125 

Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be. 

In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 
Oh  why  so  iinwillinEr  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  soon  meet  again? 
Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart, 

At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

3  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above ; 
Set  free  from  our  prison  of  clay, 

United  in  Jesuss  love : 
With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing  hallelujahs,  amen  ; 

Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 


HYMN  130.  C.  M. 

1  QWEET  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 
^  That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  shall  hover  round  my  bed, 

And  watt  my  spirit  nome. 

2  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul, 

View  Jesus,  and  adore  ; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Shall  see  him  wear  that  ver^-  flesh 

On  which  my  guilt  was  lain  ; 

His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh, 

As  though  but  newly  slain. 

4  Soon  too  my  slumb'ring  dust  shall  hear 

The  trumpet 's  quick "ning  sound  ; 
And,  by  ray  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

5  These  eyes  shall  see  him  in  that  day. 

The  God  that  died  for  me: 
And  all  my  rising  bones  shall  say, 
Lord,  who  is  like  to  tliee. 


126  PROSPECT  OF 

6  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 

Weak  as  it  is  below. 
What  raptures  must  the  church  above 
In  Jesu's  presence  know ! 

7  O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

For  ever  with  me  stay ; 
Till,  from  her  earthly  cage  dismiss'd, 
My  spirit  flies  away. 

HYMN  131.  P.  M. 

1  "ORIGHT  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense, 
JD  And  all  my  passions  capture. 
Eternal  beauties  round  me  shine. 

Infusing  warmest  rapture. 
I  dive  in  pleasures,  deep  and  full 

In  swelling  waves  of  glory, 
And  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  soul, 

And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 

2  I  feast  on  honey,  milk  and  wine, 

I  drink  perpetual  sweetness ; 
Mount  Zion's  beauties  round  me  shine. 

While  Christ  unfolds  his  glory  ! 
No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys. 

Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them ; 
Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 

Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems. 

3  The  bliss  that  rolls  through  those  above,  , 

Through  those  in  glory  seated. 
Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing. 

Ten  thousand  times  repeated — 
Dart  through  my  soul  in  radiant  flame 

Constraining  loudest  praises ; 
Overwhelming  all  my  powers  with  joy, 

While  all  within  me  blazes. 

4  When  earth  and  sea  shall  be  no  more. 

And  all  their  glory  perish ; 
When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  to  shine 

And  stars  at  midnight  languish, 
My  joys  refin'd  shall  higher  shine 

With  heav'n's  radiant  glory. 
And  tell  through  one  eternal  day, 

Love's  all  immortal  story. 


HEAVEN.  127 

HYMN  132.  P.  M. 

1  "DURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
J3    To  my  raptur'd  vision, 

All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysian  : 
Lo !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break  ye  intervening  skies  ; 
Sons  of  righteousness  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
Myriads  with  supreme  delight. 

Instantly  adore  him ; 
Angel's  trumps  resound  his  fame. 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  his  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone. 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One! 

4  Hark !  the  thrilling  symphonies, 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us ; 
Join  we  too  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus— Jesus — Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung ; 
Jesus — Jesus  flow  along. 

HYMN  133.  P.  M. 
I  TJRETHREN,  see  my  Jesus  coming, 
JLJ    Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud. 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him? 

See  how  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd, 
I'll  arise  and  go  and  meet  him ; 
He'll  embrace  me  in  his  arms ; 
In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 
O  there  is  ten  thousand  charms. 


128  PROSPECT  OP 

2  Death  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guide  me  through  the  gloom» 
Down  he'll  send  some  heavenly  convoy, 

To  escort  my  spirit  home : 
Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 

While  my  Saviour's  by  my  side : 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

3  See  the  hajjpy  spirits  waiting. 

On  the  bank  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 

Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme  : 
See,  they  whisper  !  hark  !  they  call  me, 

Sister  spirit  come  away  ! 
Lo,  I  come !  earth  can't  contain  me: 

Hail !  ye  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory. 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky, 
Though  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye, 

I'll  enjoy  you  soon  on  high  : 
Soon  I'll  gain  a  full  possession, 

Faith  and  hope  shall  henceforth  cease, 
Lost  in  love's  exhaustless  ocean. 

Love,  that  sweetest,  brightest  grace. 

5  Svviftly  roll  ye  lingering  hours, 

Seraphs  lend  your  glittering  wings, 
Love  absorbs  my  ransomed  powers, 

Heavenly  sound  around  me  rings: 
Worlds  above  are  bright  and  glorious. 

All  beneath  are  dark  and  void  ; 
Conquest  gain'd,  I'll  shout  victorious 

In  the  praises  of  my  God. 

6  Smiling  angels  now  surround  me,     , 

Troops  resplendent  fill  the  skies. 
Glory  shining  all  around  me. 

While  my  towering  spirit  flies : 
Jesus  clad  in  dazzling  splendour, 

Now  methinks  appears  in  view, 
Brethren  could  you  see  my  Jesus, 

You  would  serve  and  love  him  too. 


129 


HYMN  134.  P.  M. 

1  T>  ISE  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
m\    Thy  better  portion  trace, 

Rise  from  transitory  things, 
Towards  heaven  thy  native  place. 

Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay. 
Time  will  soon  the  earth  remove; 

Rise  my  soul  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fires  ascend  and  seek  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  see  his  glorious  face, 
Upwards  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Fly  my  riches,  fly  my  cares 

While  I  that  course  explore  ; 
Flatt'ring  world  with  all  your  snares. 

Solicit  me  no  more  : 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  therir  home, 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night : 
When  the  last  dear  morn  shall  come, 

We'll  rise  to  glorious  light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

'  Press  onward  to  the  prize, 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  through  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season  and  you'll  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven. 

HYMN  135.  C.  M. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
<lP      O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 

When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shalll  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold ; 


130  PROSPECT  OF 

Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearly 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks. 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus,  O  glorious  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly 's  this  that  I  siiould  dread. 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  7 

5  Reach  down,  O  Lord  thy  arm  of  grace. 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory's  gone,- 

Him  will  I  go  and  see  ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care  ; 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you. 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years-. 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  136.  P.  M. 

1  rjnHE  wond'rous  love  of  Jesus, 

X      From  doubts  and  fears  it  frees  us. 
With  pitying  love  he  sees  us, 
A  toiling  here  below : 

Through  tribulation  driven, 

We'll  force  our  way  to  heaven ; 

Through  consolation  given, 
Rejoicing  on  we'll  go. 

2  Companions  now  distress'd, 
By  Satan  sore  oppress'd, 
Ciieer  up,  you'll  be  relieved. 

Your  Captaia's  gone  before: 


HEAVEN.  131 

In  every  trying  hour, 
He'll  save  you  by  his  power, 
And  bring  you  safe  to  heaven, 
On  that  eternal  shore. 

3  O  yonder  is  the  glory, 

It  lies  but  just  before  you, 
And  there  we'll  tell  the  story 

Of  all  redeeming  love  : 
And  there  we  shall  for  ever. 
Drink  of  that  flowing  river ; 
And  ever,  ever,  ever, 

Surround  the  throne  of  love. 

4  There  in  the  blooming  garden 
Of  Eden,  gain'd  by  pardon. 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan, 

We  will  worship  the  Lamb  : 
We'll  sing  the  song  of  Moses, 
While  Jesus  he  composes 
A  song  that  never  closes, 

Of  praises  to  his  name. 

HYMN  J  37.  C.  M. 

1  QWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love, 
.    k5    Lie  just  before  mine  eye  ; 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  those  rivers  fly ; 
I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain. 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind : 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 

And  leave  the  world  behind; 

2  While  I'm  imprisoned  here  below, 

In  anguish  pain  and  smart, 
Oft  times  those  troubles  I  forego, 

When  love  surrounds  my  heart ; 
In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 

Faith  mounts  the  upper  sky, 
I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight. 

And  would  rejoice  to  die ! 

3  I  view  the  monster  death,  and  smile, 

Now  he  has  lost  his  sting; 
Though  Satan  rages  ali  the  while, 
I  stili  in  triumph  sing ; 


132  PROSPECT  OF 

I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 

And  will  not  let  him  go  ; 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 

No  other  good  I'll  know. 

4  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er, 
I  hope  to  join  the  heav'nly  host, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  : 
My  rapt'rous  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

In  love's  unbounded  sea ; 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest, 

Transporting  is  to  me. 

5  O  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

And  bear  me  through  the  sky, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay. 

Make  haste,  and  bring  it  iiigh : 
I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face. 

And  in  thine  image  shine ; 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace. 

And  be  for  ever  thine. 

6  Then  I  will  tune  my  harp  of  gold. 

To  ray  eternal  king ; 
Tlirough  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 

I'll  make  his  praises  ring ; 
All  hail !  thou  great  eternal  God  I 

Who  died  on  Cavalry ; 
And  sav'd  me  with  thy  precious  blood. 

From  endless  misery. 

7  Ten  thousand,  thousand  join  in  one, 

To  praise  the  Eternal  Three  : 
Prostrate  before  the  blazing  throne, 

In  deep  humility : 
They  rise  and  tune  their  harps  of  gold, 

And  string  the  immortal  lyre  ;  . 
And  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 

Shall  raise  their  praises  higher. 

HYMN  138.  P.  M. 
1  rilHERE  shall  we  reign  with  Jesus,  on  that 
A  delightful  shore, 

And  shout  with  the  redeemed,  our  trials  be. 
ing  o'er ; 


HEAVEN.  133 

The  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  the  weary  are 

at  rest, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus,  eternal  ages  blest. 

2  We  shall  be  like  the  angels  in  that  immortal 

throng, 
And  shouting  bis  salvation  will  be  our  lasting 

song; 
They  sing  creating-goodness,  and  we  redeeming 

love. 
And  this  shall  be  our  business,  in  the  bright 

worlds  above. 

3  This  love  so  freely  flowing,  it  animates  our 

hearts, 
This  love  is  still  abounding,  in  every  place  and 

part  ; 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  ended,  though  faith  and 

hope  should  cease, 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  bounded,  but  ever  will 

increase. 

4  This  love  through  endless  ages,  it  ever  is  the 

same; 
'Tis  this  our  heart  engages,  to  love  and  serve 

the  Lamb : 
Unites  us  all  together,  and  makes  us  of  one  eoul. 
It  is  the  Balm  of  Gilead,  it  makes  the  wounded 

whole. 

HYMN  139.  P.  M. 

J  rpHERE  is  a  holy  city, 
JL     A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love  ; 
An  everlasting  temple, 

And  saints  arrayed  in  white. 
They  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 

They  dwell  with  him  in  light. 
2  This  is  no  world  of  trouble ; 

The  God  of  peace  is  there. 
He  wipes  away  their  sorrows. 

He  banishes  their  care  ; 
Their  joys  are  still  increasing. 

Their  songs  are  eyer  new, 


134  PROSPECT  OF 

They  praise  the  eternal  Father, 
The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

3  The  meanest  child  of  glory 

Outshines  the  radiant  sun  ; 
But  who  can  speak  the  splendour 

Of  that  eternal  throne,   * 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  godlike  majesty  ? 
The  elders  fall  before  him, 

The  angeis  bend  the  knee. 

4  Is  this  the  man  of  sorrows, 

Who  stood  at  Pilate's  bar, 
Condemn'd  by  haughty  Herod, 

And  by  his  men  of  war? 
He  seems  a  mighty  conqueror. 

Who  spoiPd  the  powers  below, 
And  ransom'd  many  captives 

From  everlasting  wo. 

5  The  hosts  of  saints  around  him 

Proclaim  his  work  of  grace ; 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets, 

And  all  the  godly  race, 
Who  speak  of  fiery  trials 

And  tortures  on  their  way, 
They  came  from  tribulation. 

To  everlasting  day. 

6  Now  with  s.  holy  transport, 

They  tell  their  suff'rings  o'er. 
Their  tears  and  their  temptations. 

And  all  the  pains  they  bore; 
They  turn  and  bow  to  Jesus, 

Who  gained  their  liberty : 
Amid  our  fiercest  dangers, 

Our  lives  are  hid  in  thee.         ' 

.  7  Long  time  I  was  invited 

To  gain  that  heav'nly  rest ; 
Grace  made  no  hard  condition, 

'Twas  only  to  be  bless  'd ; 
But  earth 's  bewitching  pleasures 

Inclin'd  me  long  to  stay : 
I  sought  her  dreams  and  shadows, 

And  joys  that  pass  away. 


HEAVEN. 

B  But  now  it  is  my  purpose 

The  better  way  to  find  ; 
To  serve  my  great  Creator, 

And  leave  my  sins  behind : 
In  guilt's  seducing  mazes 

I  will  no  longer  roam ; 
I'll  give  my  soul  to  Jesus, 

Who  brings  the  ransom'd  home. 
9  And  what  shall  be  my  journey. 

How  long  I'll  stay  below, 
Or  what  shall  be  my  trials, 

Are  not  for  me  to  know : 
In  every  day  of  trouble, 

I'll  raise  my  thoughts  on  high; 
I'll  think  of  the  bright  temple, 

And  crowns  above  the  sky, 
HYMN  140.  P.  M. 

1  XTITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 

V     duit,  oh  quit,  this  mortal  frame : 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling 'ring,  flying. 
Oh  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife. 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark !  they  whisper !  angels  say. 
Sister  spirit,  come  away! 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses  ?  shuts  my  sight? 

Drowns  my  spirit?  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears ! 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes!  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings !  I  mount !  I  fly ! 
O  grave !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
HYMN  141.  L.  M. 

1  f\  BlAY  I  worthy  prove  to  see, 
vr    The  saints  in  full  prosperity ; 
To  see  the  bright,  the  glittering  bride, 
Close  seated  by  her  Saviour's  side. 

2  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
Fwm  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly  i 


138  PROSPECT  OF 

Bright  angels  shall  covey  me  home, 

Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 
3  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breatli, 

I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death; 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 

And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 
i  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home, 

My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come ; 

Kind  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  his  praise  in  endless  day. 

5  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell. 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

6  There  I  shall  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode ; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity. 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

HYMN  142.  C.  M. 

1  npHE  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 

IL    When  Zion's  light  shall  come; 
She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high 

Bright  as  the  morning  sun. 
The  north  and  south  their  songs  resign. 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend; 
Adorn'd  as  a  bride  Jerusalem, 

All  glorious  shall  descend. 

2  The  King  that  bears  the  gojden  crown. 

The  azure  flaming  bow; 
The  holy  city  shall  come  down 

To  bless  his  saints  below. 
When  Sion's  bleeding,  conquering  King, 

Shall  sin  and  death  destroy ; 
The  morning  stars  together  sing, 

And  Sion  shout  for  joy. 

3  The  holy,  bright,  musician  band 

Shall  tune  their  harps  of  gold. 
With  palms  of  vict  'ry  they  shall  stand, 

Fair  Salem  to  behold! 
Descending  with  such  melting  strains, 

Jehovah's  name  adore ; 


HEAVEN.  137 

Such  notes  through  earth's  extensive  plains, 
Were  never  heard  before ! 

4  Let  Satan  rage  and  boast  no  more ; 

Ye  fiends  of  darkness  fly; 
Though  saints  are  feeble,  weak  and  poor. 

Their  great  Redeemer's  nigh. 
He  is  their  shield— their  hiding  place— 

A  covert  from  the  wind — 
A  shady  rock  of  boundless  grace. 

Throughout  this  weary  land. 

5  The  crystal  streams  run  down  from  I)«av^n, 

They  issue  from  the  throne  ; 
The  floods  of  strife  away  are  driv'n, 

The  church  becomes  but  one. 
That  peaceful  union  she  shall  know, 

And  live  upon  his  love! 
And  shout  and  sing  of  grace  below. 

As  angels  do  above ! 

HYMN  143.  P.  M. 

1  nnO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
X  My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
O!  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love. 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore. 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above, 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power. 

3  Dissolve  thou  the  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee 
Oh!  strike  ofi'the  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  Then  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  array'd  in  thy  glory  I  shin«, 
And  no  longer  pierce  with  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 

HYMN  144.  C.  M. 

1  TN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
J.  The  moment  after  death. 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saints, 
When  yielding  up  their  breath.       , 


138  PROSPECT  OF 

'2  One  gentle  sigh  their  fetters  breaks 
We  scarce  can  say  "They're  gone!" 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail. 

To  trace  her  in  her  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  without  the  veil 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much,  and  this  is  all  we  know. 

They  are  completely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo. 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 

His  face  they  always  view: 

Then  let  us  fo'llow'rs  be  of  them, 

That  we  may  praise  him  too. 

6  Their  faith  and  patience,  love  and  zeal. 

Should  make  their  memory  dear; 
And,  Lord,  do  thou  their  prayers  fulfil. 
They  offered  for  us  here. 

7  While  they've  gain'd,  we  losers  are, 

We  miss  them  day  by  day; 
But  thou  canst  every  breach  repair, 
And  wipe  our  tears  away, 

8  We  pray  as  in  Elisha's  case, 

WJieii  great  Elijah  went — 
May  double  portions  of  thy  grace. 
To  us  who  stay  be  sent. 

HYI\IN  145.  L.  M. 

1  TT7HILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 

f  f    And  view  the  scene  on  either  hand. 
My  spirit  struggles  with  my  clay. 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

2  Where  Jesus  dwells  my  soul  would  be. 
And  faints  my  much  lovM  Lord  to  see ; 
Earth  twine  no  more  about  my  heart, 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  convoys,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrims  home 


HEAVEN. 

Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesu's  throne ; 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own. 

4  That  blissful  interview,  how  sweet 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ! 
Rais'd  in  his  arms  to  view  his  face, 
Through  the  full  beaming  of  his  grace. 

5  As  with  the  seraph's  voice  to  sing, 
To  fly  as  on  the  cherub's  wing ! 
Performing  with  unwearied  hands, 
The  present  Saviour's  high  commands. 

6  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight 
We'll  wait  the  signal  for  the  flight; 
For  while  thy  service  we  pursue^ 
We  find  a  heav'n  in  all  we  do. 

HYMN  146.  P.  M. 

1  Tr|EATH,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors, 
M-J  And  a  terror  unto  kings ; 

Oft  he  fills  our  minds  with  horror, 
Telling  us  of  frightful  things. 

Land  of  darkness,  shades  of  silence, 
Gloomy  vaults  where  pris'ners  lie ; 

Many  thousands  have  been  conquer'd, 
you,  alas!  must  shortly  die. 

2  Don't  you  see  how  unexpected 

In  my  chariot  I  do  ride. 
Convulsions,  fits,  and  pain,  and  sickness, 

Are  the  weapons  by  my  side. 
Deaf  I  am  to  all  entreaties ; 

When  commission'd  I  must  go. 
With  mortal  paleness  on  my  features, 

Thus  I  give  the  fatal  blow. 

3  Never  have  I  spared  any. 

Parents,  children,  husbands,  wives; 
Neither  am  I  brib'd  by  money. 

Physic  will  not  save  your  lives. 
Kingdoms,  countries,  or  their  cities, 

Kings,  their  councils^  or  their  slaves: 
None  of  these  I've  ever  pitied; 

Soon  ril  bring  them  to  their  graves. 

4  There  they  lie  without  distinction  ; 

Thus  I  boast  my  thousand  slain ; 


140  PROSPECT  OF 

Nor  can  they,  without  permission, 

Ever  hope  to  rise  again. 
Stop,  O  death,  don't  boast  of  victory. 

Hark,  and  hear  vv^hat  faith  can  say 
About  one  Jesus,  who  on  Calvary 

Died,  and  in  the  grave  did  lay. 
5  See  him  rising,  hear  him  crying, 

I,  O  death,  have  conquer'd  you  ! 
Although  your  looks  are  so  dismaying. 

Yet  my  saints  I  will  bring  through. 
Thus  the  souls  that  are  believing. 

May  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King; 
Death 's  no  more  than  a  black  curtain, 

Drawn  to  let  the  saints  go  in. 
5  There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest; 
There  the  saints  shall  cease  from  praying; 

There  they  are  divinely  blest. 
•  Free  from  sickness,  free  from  sorrow, 

Free  from  anguish,  care  and  pain ; 
No  dread  thought  of  gloomy  horror, 

Ere  shall  frighten  them  again. 
7  There  the  saints  sing  hallelujahs. 

Are  complete  in  Christ  their  King ; 
Ask  the  grave,  Where's  now  thy  vict'ry? 

Boasting  monster!  where 's  thy  sting? 
If  we're  pardon'd  through  the  Saviour, 

Though  the  grave  may  us  annoy. 
Death  's  the  gate  to  endless  pleasure, 

Road  to  everlasting  joy. 

HYMN  147.  C.  M. 

1  T>EATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid, 
MJf  If  God  be  with  us  there; 

'    We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promis'd  land 


HEAVEN,  141 

My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clasp'd  in  my  Heav'nly  Father's  arms, 
I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death, 

HYMN  148.  P.  M. 

1  1T|7HY  shrinks  my  weak  nature?  ah!  what 

T  f  can  it  mean  ? 

Why  flutters  my  heart,  which  till  now  waS 

serene  ? 
Why  lingering  and  trembling,  while  glory's  so 

near  ? 
Or  whence  the  enchantment  that  fetters  me 

here  ? 

2  Thou  world  of  illusions,  for  ever  adieu  ! 
Your  phantoms  unhallow'd  recede  from  my 

view ; 

New  worlds  and  new  wonders  my  passions  in- 
vite. 

And  glories  ineffable  dawn  in  my  sight. 

3  Hail,  visions  celestial,  and  thou  divine  Source 
Of  life,  hope,  and  glory ;  if  e'er  in  my  course, 
Thy  grace  hath  renew'd  and  made  perfect  my 

heart. 
Now  let  me  in  peace  and  in  triumph  depart. 

4  'Tis  done !  lo,  they  come !  bright  celestials  de- 

scend ; 
Saints,  angels,  and  seraphs,  their  symphonies 

lend : 
The  spheres  are  all  vocal,  the  raptures  draw 

near, 
Impartial  vibrations  resound  in  my  ear. 

5  Cease !  cease  then,  fond  nature;  oh!  cease  then 

thy  strife. 
And  let  me  now  languish  and  die  into  life  : 
Blest  powers  receive  me  ;  I  mount  on  your  wing ; 
Oh  grave,  Where's  thy  victory  ?  oh  death  Where's 

thy  sting  ? 


142  DEATH  AND 

HYMN  149.  P.  M. 
1  TTEAR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 
X3.     "  Oh  my  people,  faint  and  few ; 
Comfortless,  afliicted,  broken, 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  ; 
Thorns  of  heartfelt  tribulation, 

Shall  no  more  pr3rplex  your  ways  ; 
You  shall  name  5^our  walls  salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  Praise. 
2,"  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow; 
For  the  Lord  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow : 
Still  in  undisturb'd  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression— 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 
3  "  Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending. 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see, 
But,  your  griefs  for  ever  ending. 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me, 
God  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you. 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 

God  your  everlasting  light." 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 


HYMN  150.  L.  M. 

1  A  T  every  moment  of  our  breath, 

.£\.    Life  trembles  on  the  brink  of  death, 
A  taper's  flame  that  upward  turns, 
While  downwards  to  the  dust  it  burns. 

2  A  moment  ushered  us  to  birth, 
Heirs  of  the  commonwealth  of  earth ; 
Moment  by  moment,  years  are  past, 
And  one,  ere  long,  will  be  our  last- 


JUDGMENT.  14? 

3  'Twixt  that  long  field  which  gave  us  light, 
And  that  which  soon  shall  end  in  nighty 
There  is  a  point  no  eye  can  see, 

Yet  on  it  hangs  eternity. 

4  This  is  that  moment— who  shall  tell, 
Whether  it  leads  to  heaven  or  hell, 
This  is  that  moment — as  we  choose. 
The  immortal  soul  we  save  or  lose. 

5  Time  past  and  time  to  come  are  not, 
Time  present  is  our  only  lot ; 

O  God  henceforth  our  hearts  incline 
To  seek  no  other  love  than  thine. 
HYMN  151.  P.  M. 
1  X/'ONDER!  see  the  Lord  descending, 
X      Hark !  his  chariot 's  drawing  near: 
Starry  w^orlds  before  him  rending, 
Flaming  troops  do  now  appear — 
Heaven  shaking,  Earth  a  quaking, 

Mountains  fly  before  his  face. 
The  dead  their  dusty  beds  forsaking, 
Nature  sinking  in  a  blaze. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Hark  the  Herald  Anarels  sing. 
Join  us  Christians !  Join  us  Christians,. 
Join  to  praise  our  new  born  King. 

2  Now  behold  each  shining  conqueror, 

Rising  from  their  dusty  beds, 
Fly  to  meet  their  blessed  Saviour, 

Glittering  crowns  upon  their  heads ; 
Hear  them  tell  their  pleasing  story 

To  their  smiling  lovely  King, 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  is  the  song  they  sing. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Hark  the  Herald  Angels  sing, 
Join  us  Angels!  Join  us  Angels, 
Join  to  praise  our  glorious  King. 

3  Once  an  infant  in.  a  manger, 

There  the  Lord  of  glory  lay  ; 
No  place  to  lay  that  little  stranger, 
But  upon  the  oxen's  hay ; 


144  DEATH  AND 

Now  he 's  crowned  with  a  rainbow, 

Brighter  than  a  sardine  stone  ; 
He  comes,  he  comes,  the  Christian  sees  him, 
Seated  on  his  great  white  thione. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah, 
Hark  the  Herald  Angels  sing. 
Join  us  Seraphs!  Join  us  Seraphs, 
Join  to  praise  our  conquering  King. 
4  Jesus  saves  us  from  temptation, 
Sin  and  Satan,  Death  and  Hell, 
And  he  bought  our  great  salvation  : 

Glory  to  Immanuel. 
Once  a  dying  on  a  mountain. 

There  his  precious  blood  did  run  ; 
Now  he's  brought  us  to  the  fountain. 
Springing  from  his  Father's  throne. 
Give  him  glory,  give  him  glory, 
Let  all  heaven  begin  to  sing, 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 
Through  eternal  ages  ring. 

HYMN  152.  P.  M. 

1  TJTHAT  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear, 

t  T      Methinks  'tis  Jubal's  trump  I  hear, 

Long  look'd  for  now  has  come  ; 
It  shakes  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
Proclaims  the  year  of  Jubilee, 

Return  ye  exiles  home. 

2  Behold  the  new  Jerusalem, 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  doth  appear. 
Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tomb. 
To  meet  the  bridegroom  now  he's  come 

And  hail  the  jubil'  year. 

3  King  Jesus  takes  her  to  his  arms — 
Transported  with  his  glorious  charms. 

She  thus  begins  to  sing  : 
From  tears,  and  sighs,  and  groans,  and  pains, 
Slie  soars  where  joy  immortal  reigns, 

To  view  the  rosy  spring. 

4  As  larks  and  linnets  sweetly  sing. 
While  hiils  and  valleys  round  them  ring, 


JUDGMENT.  145 

*Scaped  from  the  fowler's  snare, 
One  thousand  years  she  here  shall  dwell, 
While  Satan  is  chained  down  in'hell, 

Which  ends  the  jubil'  year. 

5  The  dragon  is  let  loose  once  more, 
And  round  the  earth  his  trumpets  roar, 

He 's  now  for  war  aj^ain  ; 
But  he  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
Drives  Satan  and  his  legions  down, 

Into  the  fiery  main. 

6  The  seventh  trumpet  you  shall  hear, 

A  great  Avhite  throne  shall  then  appear, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round: 
An  angel  turns  the  moon  to  blood, 
Puts  out  the  sun,  consumes  the  flood, 

And  burns  the  solid  ground. 

7  Arise  ye  nations  and  come  forth. 

From  east  and  west  and  north  and  south, 

Behold  the  Judge  is  come  : 
What  horror  fills  the  guilty  breast, 
Corapell'd  to  stand  the  solemn  test, 

And  hear  the  awful  doom. 

8  Depart  ye  cursed,  go  down  to  hell, 
With  howling  fiends  for  ever  dwell, 

No  more  to  see  my  face ; 
My  glorious  gospel  you've  withstood. 
And  set  at  nought  my  precious  blood. 

And  scotTd  at  sovereign  grace. 

9  See  parents  and  their  children  part. 
Some  shout  for  joy,  some  bleed  in  heart. 

Never  to  meet  again  ; 
In  fiery  chariots  Zion  flies, 
And  quickly  gains  the  upper  skies, 

On  Canaan's  happy  plain. 

HYMN  ]53.  C  M. 

1  T>EHOLD  the  man,  threescore  and  ten, 
JlJ    Upon  a  dying  bed  ; 

He's  run  his  race,  and  got  no  grace, 
An  awful  sight  indeed. 

2  Poor  man  he  lies,  in  sore  surprise, 

And  thus  he  doth  complain  ; 
K 


146  DEATH  AND 

No  grace  I've  got,  and  I  cannot 
Recall  my  time  again. 

3  This  is  the  truth,  I've  spent  my  youth, 

In  sinful  sports  and  mirth ; 
Put  far  away  the  evil  day. 
And  scarcely  thought  on  death. 

4  My  conscience  then,  could  not  refrain, 

•  But  gave  me  many  a  check ; 
But  wilfully  I  put  him  by, 
His  voice  I  did  reject. 

5  God's  spirit  came,  once  and  again, 

To  me  from  realms  above  ; 

Alas !  but  I  would  not  comply  ; 

I  grieved  the  heav'nly  dove. 

6  In  middle  age,  I  did  engage 

In  the  affairs  of  life; 
Some  wealth  to  gain,  that  might  sustain 
My  children  and  my  wife. 

7  This  worldly  care,  did  prove  a  snare, 

The  devil  led  me  on  ; 
And  now,  alas,  this  is  the  case, 
My  day  of  grace  is  gone. 

8  My  sins  are  all,  both  great  and  small, 

Before  my  fixed  eye  ;  , 
And  I  must  go  to  endless  wo, 
To  burn  eternally. 

9  O  dreadful  hell,  where  I  must  dwell, 

God's  vengeance  reigneth  there  ; 
I  yield  my  breath  to  cruel  death, 
In  horror  and  despair. 

10  My  glass  is  run,  and  I'm  undone, 

No  mercy  can  I  find  : 
And  instantly  the  man  doth  die, 
And  leave  no  hope  behind. 

11  An  awful  sight,  God  grant  it  might, 

A  warning  be  to  all. 
To  seek  God's  face  for  saving  grace, 
And  hearken  to  his  call. 


JUDGMENT.  147 

HYMN  154.  P.  M.  " 

1  A  RISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 
J\.    Behold  thy  light  is  come  ; 

Thy  glorious  conquering  king  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home  : 
The  trumpet  sounding  through  the  sky, 

To  set  poor  sinners  free  ; 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  nigh, 

The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds  blow  your  trumpets  loud  ; 

The  earth  must  know  her  doom ; 
Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  judge  is  come  : 
Blow  out  the  sun  !  burn  up  the  earth! 

Consume  the  rolling  flood ! 
While  every  star  shall  disappear, 

Go  turn  the  moon  to  blood ! 

3  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  judge  appear ; 
All  tongues  and  languages  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear! 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round, 
And  Gabriel  with  a  silver  trump. 

Echo's  the  awful  sound. 

4  The  glo>"ious  news  of  gospel  grace 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er ; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more ! 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  155.  P.  M. 

I  TTE  virgin  souls  arise, 

X     With  all  the  dead  awake, 
Unto  salvation  wise. 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take ; 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  your  heavenly  Father  nigh. 


148  DEATH  AND 

2  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are  ; 
Make  ready  for  your  full  reward, 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Go  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

Your  everlasting  friend — 
Your  head  to  glorify 

With  all  his  saints  ascend. 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 

4  Ye  that  have  here  received 

The  unction  from  above, 
And  in  bis  spirit  lived. 

And  thirsted  for  his  love  ; 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride ; 
Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctified. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 

Of  that  great  day,  unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 

To  stand  before  his  throne  ;— 
Call'd  to  partake  the  marriage  feast. 
And  lean  on  your  Immanuel's  breast. 

6  The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saints  receive. 
With  seraphs,  thrones,  and  powers, 

In  glorious  joy  to  live  : 
And  far  from  sorrow,  pain  and  sin, 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 

7  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound  ; 
To  see  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  watching  found  1 
Enrobed  in  righteousness  divine 
In  which  the  bride  shall  ever  shine. 
HYMN  156.  L.  M. 
1  rpHOUGH  in  the  outward  church  below, 
JL      The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow; 
Jesus  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up : 
For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 


JUDGMENT.  149 

2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here ; 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew  ? 

For  soon  the  reaping  time,  &c. 

3  Oh !  this  will  aggravate  their  case, 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace; 
To  them  the  word  of  life,  and  faith, 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

And  soon,  &c. 

4  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet ; 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat ; 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

And  soon,  &c. 

5  The  tares  are  spar'd  for  various  ends ; 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends ; 
Others,  the  Lord  against  their  will. 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

But  soon,  &c. 

6  But  though  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong. 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long ; 

In  harvest  when  he  saves  his  own. 
The  tares  shall  into  heU  be  thrown. 

For  soon,  &c. 

7  Most  awful  thought,  and  is  it  so, 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know  ? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare  ? 

Me  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time,  &c. 

HYMN  157.  P.  M. 

1  QEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
k^  Seated  on  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Now  poor  sinner,  Christ  will  show  thee 

That  he 's  with  the  Father  one : 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting; 

At  the  sight  of  fiercer  pain ; 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  weeps  and  cries  in  vain: 


150  DEATH  AND 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love : 
O!  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move ! 
Doom'd  I'm  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted, 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul, 
If  my  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet,  for  sin  I  broke  them  all : 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll ! 

5  There  I  see  my  godly  neighbours, 

Who  were  once  despis'd  by  me, 
Now  they're  clad  in  dazzling  splendour, 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see  ; 

Farewell  neighbours — 
Dismal  gulf  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

6  Hail!  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness. 

Groaning,  rattling  of  your  chains! 
Christ  has  now  pronounc'd  my  sentence, 
I'm  to  dwell  in  endless  pains ; 

Down  I'm  rolling, 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  plainly  shows  me, 

Hell  is  not  a  fabled  thing ; 
Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory. 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing— 

I'm  tormented 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 

HYMN  158.  P.  M. 

1  rpHE  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near, 
X    The  Angels  all  with  their   sharp  sickles 

appear ; 
To  reap  down  the  wheat  and  gather  it  in  barns ; 
While  the  wild  plants  of  nature  are  left  for  to- 
burn. 
3  Come  then,  O  my  soul  meditate  on  that  day, 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease  and  decay ; 


JUDGMENT.  151 

When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  the  angels  appear, 
To  reap  down  the  earth,  both  the  wheat  and  the 
tare. 

3  Then  hear  the  sad  wailing  ascend  to  the  sky, 
Of  those  in  distress  that  have  no  where  to  fly; 
On  the  rocks  and  the  mountains  they  anxiously 

call, 
Their  souls  and  their  sins  to  o'erwhelm  by  their 
fall. 

4  But  'twill  all  be  in  vain,  the  mountains  will 

flee, 
The  rocks  fly  like  hailstones,  and  shall  no  more 

be; 
The  earth  it  shall  shake—  the  seas  shall  retire, 
And  the  works  of  creation  shall  all  be  on  fire. 

5  But  hear  the  great  Judge,  in  that  dread  alarm, 

'    Saying,  gather  my  saints,  bring  them  all  to  my 

arms, 
That  the  seven  last  plagues  may  be  poured  out 

on  those, 
Who  have  blasphem'd  my  name,  and  my  saints 

who  oppose. 

6  Then  O,  wretched  sinners,  look  up  and  espy. 
The  glorious  Redeemer  descend  from  the  sky. 
In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound. 
With  a  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  around. 

7  Come  hither  ye  nations,  your  sentence  receive. 
No  longermy  spirit  shall  strive  and  be  griev'd : 
My  sentence  is  right,  my  judgment  is  just, 
Come  hither  ye  blest  but  depart  all  ye  curst. 

8  O  sinners  take  warning,  and  seek  ye  the  Lord, 
I  have  not  been  jesting,  'tis  Jesus'  own  word, 
That  those  who  believe,  in  glory  shall  stand. 
While  all  unbelievers  are  sure  to  be  damn'd. 

9  Now  farewell,  I  leave  you  to  ponder  your  way. 
May  the  Lord  seal  instruction  from  what  I  now 

say; 
That  our  souls  to  God's  throne  may  be  pour'd  out 

in  pray'r. 
And  we  be  prepar'd  to  meet  Christ  in  the  air. 


152  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

HYMN  159.  P.  M. 

1  T  O !  we  see  the  sign  appearing, 
A-J  Jesus  comes  the  Judge  severe. 
Hell  is  trembling,  earth  is  quaking — 

Sinners  shriek  with  awful  fear  I 

Come  to  judgment! 
Stand  your  awful  doom  to  hear. 

2  See  the  world  in  flames  now  burning, 

Hills  and  mountains  fly  away ; 
The  moon  in  blood— the  stars  all  falling ; 
Comets  blazing  through  the  sky ; 

Thunders  rolling! 
Sinners  now  for  succour  cry.  ' 

3  From  the  general  conflagration. 

Mount  the  righteous  up  on  high! 
Gain  the  hope  of  their  salvation, 
Live  with  God  no  more  to  die. 

Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  they  cry, 

4  Stop,  my  saul,  look  back  and  wonder, 

See  the  wicked  left  behind — 
Hear  them  crying,  weeping,  wailing, 
For  a  moment's  ease  to  find. 

Doom'd  to  sorrow ! 
In  the  lake  of  hell  confined. 

HYMN  160.  P.  M. 

1  ir|ON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming? 
J_/  Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloudy 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him? 

See  how  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd  ! 

2  Don't  you  see  his  arms  extended  ? 

Don't  you  hear  his  charming  voice  ? 
Each  loving  heart  beats  high  for  glory: 
Oh!  my  Jesus  is  my  choice. 

3  Don't  you  see  the  saints  ascending? 

Hear  them  shouting  through  the  air? 
Jesus  smiling,  trumpets  sounding, 
Now  his  glory  they  shall  share. 

4  Don't  you  see  the  heav'ns  open. 

And  the  saints  in  glory  there  ? 


CHRISTMAS.  153 

Shouts  of  triumph  bursting  round  you, 
Glory,  glory,  glory  here ! 

5  Come  backsliders,  though  you've  pierc'd  him 

And  have  caus'd  his  church  to  mourn; 
Yet  you  may  regain  free  pardon. 
If  you  will  to  him  return. 

6  Now  behold  each  loving  spirit, 

Shout  the  praise  of  his  dear  name ; 

View  the  smiles  of  their  dear  Jesus, 

While  his  presence  feeds  the  flame. 

7  There  we'll  range  the  fields  of  pleasure 

By  our  dear  Redeemer's  side : 
Shouting  glory,  glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  glide. 


CHRISTMAS. 

HYMN  161.  L.  M. 

1  TT  AIL  the  blest  morn  when  the  great  Mediator 
Jtx  Down  from  the'mansions  of  glory  descends; 
Shepherds  go  worship  the  Babe  in  the  manger, 

Lo!  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attends, 
Kindest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  in  the.east,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew  drops  are  shining. 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining. 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour,  and  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  a  costly  devotion. 

Odours  of  Eden,  or  offering  divine. 
Gems  from  the  mountains  and  pearls  from  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

All  these  can  never  his  favour  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearest  to  God,  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor  , 


1  £\  HOW  charming,  O  how  charming, 
\I    Is  the  radiant  band  of  music,  musi 


154  CHRISTMAS. 

HYMN  162.  P.  M. 

irming,  O  how  chai 
adiant  band  of  music,  music,  music, 
music, 
O  how  charming  is  the  radiant  band 
Of  music  playing  through  the  air : 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Enraptured  spirits  play  their  parts, 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps. 
Shout,  shout!  the  great  Messiah  iscome  to  reign. 

2  Gabriel  descending,  Gabriel  descending, 
Brings  the  joyful  news,  O  joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 

joyful. 
Brings  the  Joyful  news  of  our  Redeemer's  birth, 
The  great  Messiah's  come  to  earth: 
Good  will  to  men  E  now  proclaim. 
Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 
The  Saviour'^  born  in  Bethlehem, 
Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 
Shout,  shout !  the  King  of  glory  iscome  to  reign. 

3  See  his  star  arising,  see  his  star  arising! 

In  the  eastern  sky,  now  rising,  rising,  rising, 

rising. 
See  his  star  arising  in  the  eastern  sky. 
The  day-spring  opening  from  on  high  : 
The  types  and  shadows  flee  away. 
The  types  and  shadows  flee  away. 
And  now  begins  the  gospel  day. 
The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 
Shout,  shout!  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to  reign. 

4  Shephefds  adore  him,  wise  men  have  found  him. 
Glory  be  to  God,  O  glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Wise  men  have  found  him  by  the  rising  star, 
And  come  to  worship  him  afar : 

Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
And  spices  of  the  sweetest  scent. 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
Shout,  shout !  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to  reign. 


CHRISTMAS.  155- 

5  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  in  concert, 

To  praise  their  infant  King :  O  praise  him,  praise 

him,  praise  him,  praise  him, 
Jews  and  Gentiles  praise  their  infant  King, 
And  loud  hosannas  sweetly  sing: 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
Shout,  shout !  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to  reign, 

6  I  am  happy,  I  am  happy. 

Glory  be  to  God,  O  glory,  glory^  glory,  glory, 
I  am  happy,  glory  be  to  God ; 
My  soul 's  on  flame  for  the  realms  above : 
I  fell  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart, 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart, 
I  find  my  Saviour  in  my  heart, 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart, 
Shout,  shout !  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to  reign, 

7  Keign,    reign,  sweet  Jesus,  reign  within  and 

round  us, 
By  the  Holy  Spirit,  holy,  holy,  holy,  holy. 
By  the  Holy  Spirit  keep  us  in  the  way. 
That  we  may  shout  as  we  sing  and  pray : 
With  all  the  saints  that  have  gone  home. 
With  all  the  saints  that  have  gone  home, 
Unite  to  sing  redeeming  love. 
With  all  the  saints  that  have  gone  home. 
To  sing,  to  sing  hallelujahs  around  the  throne, 

HYMN  163.  P.  M. 

1  TTTTHILE  shepherds  in  Jewry  were  guarding 

f  f    their  sheep. 

Promiscuously  seated,  estranged  from  sleep, 
An  angel  from  heaven  presented  to  view, 
And  thus  he  accosted  the  trembling  few: 
"Dispel  all  your  sorrows,  and  banish  your  fears, 
^   For  Jesus  your  Saviour  in  Jewry  appears. 

2  "  Though  Adam  the  first  in  rebellion  was  found, 
Forbidden  to  tarry  on  hallowed  ground ; 

Yet  Adam  the  second  appears  to  retrieve  ' 
The  loss  ye  sustain'd  by  the  devil  and  Eve  :j 


156  CHRISTMAS. 

Then  shepherds  be  tranquil,  this  instant  arise, 
Go  visit  your  Saviour,  and  see  where  he  lies, 

3  "  A  token  I  leave  you,  whereby  you  may  find, 
This  wonderful  stranger  this  friend,  to  mankind ; 
A  manger  his  cradle,  the  stall  his  abode, 

The  oxen  are  near  him,  beholding  your  God. 
Then  shepherds  be  humble,  be  meek,  and  lie  low, 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour's  abundantly  so." 

4  This  wonderful  story  no  sooner  vi^as  heard, 
Than  thousands  of  angels  from  glory  appeared; 
They  join'd  in  a  concert,  and  this  was  tiieir 

theme, 
"  All  glory  to  God,  and  good  will  towards  men: 
Then  shepherds  strike  in,  join  your  voice  to  the 

choir. 
And  catch  a  few  sparks  of  celestial  fire." 

5  "  Hosanna,"  the  angels  in  ecstacy  cried  ; 

"  Hosanna,"  the  wondering  shepherds  replied : 
"  Salvation,  redemption,  all  centered  in  One, 
All  glory  to  God  for  the  birth  of  his  Son  : 
Then  shepherds  adieu,  we  commend  you  to  God ; 
Go  visit  the  Son  in  his  humble  abode." 

6  To  Bethlehem  city  the  shepherds  repaired, 
For  full  confirmation  of  what  they  had  heard ; 
They  enter'd  the  stable  with  aspect  most  mild, 
And  there  they  beheld  both  the  mother  and 

child : 
Then  make  proclamation,  divulge  it  abroad, 
That  both  Jews  ^and  Gentiles  may  hear  from 

their  God. 

7  Ye  preachers  be  faithful,  your  duty  discharge, 
Be  fervent  and  zealous,  your  promise  is  large ; 
Fear  not  to  declare  the  whole  counsel  of  God  ; 
Like  comets  you'll  blaze  while  you  travel  the 

road  : 
Go  make  proclamation,  declare  it  abroad. 
Tell  the  gentle  and  simple  to  come  to  the  Lord. 
HYMN  164.  P.  M. 
1  TT^ROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo !  an  angel  de- 
3S  scended, 

And  told  the  strange  news  how  the  babe  was 
attended ; 


CHRISTMAS.  157 

Go,  shepherds,  and  visit  this  wonderful  stranger, 
With  wonder  and  joy  see  your  Lord  in  a  manger. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again, 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Glad  tidings  I  bring  to  you  and  each  nation  ; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy  now  behold  your  salvation  : 
When  sudden  a  multitude  raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer  while  heaven  rejoices. 

3  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echo'd  through  heaven  ; 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation  and  glory. 

4  Enraptured  I  burn  with  delight  and  desire, 
A  love  so  divine  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire  ; 
Around  the  brigM  throne  now  hosannas  are 

ringing, 
Oh,  when  shall  I  join  them,  and  be  ever  singing 

5  Triumphantly  ride  in  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love,  oh  Jesus,  all  glorious ! 
Thy  banner  unfurl,  bid  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour,  their  King  and 

Defender. 

HYMN  165.  P.  M. 

1  XT  ARK!  the  heralds  of  salvation! 
JX  Joyful  news  the  angels  bring : 
God  himself  in  earth  hath  entered, 

Jesus  is  the  new  born  King. 
Hail,  all  glory,  hail,  all  glory, 
Let  the  whole  creation  sing. 

2  Shepherds  start  from  midnight  slumber. 

See  the  glory  shining  round. 
Gazing  on  the  blaze  they  wonder. 
Till  they're  prostrate  on  the  ground  : 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

By  the  shepherds,  doth  resound. 

3  Fear  not,  shepherds,  saith  the  angel, 

Banish  sorrow  from  your  eyes ;— 


158  FAREWELL 

For  in  Bethlehem's  coarse  manger, 
God,  a  spotless  infant,  lies : 
See  Jehovah !  see  Jehovah ! 
Veil'd  in  clay  below  the  skies. 

4  Haste  away,  ye  eastern  sages, 

See !  the  star  proclaims  your  God  ; 
Fear  not  Herod,  though  he  rages. 

Sending  peals  of  death  abroad  : 
Rachel  mourning,  Rachel  mourning, 
For  her  children  he  destroyed. 

5  Sinners  rage,  each  saint  rejoices, 

At  the  great  Redeemer's  birth, 
Angels  join  their  cheerful  voices, 
" Good  will  to  men,  and  peace  on  earth:' 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Glory  in  the  Saviour's  birth. 

6  Let  all  people  have  salvation, 

Saith  the  heralds  from  above ; 
Sound  his  name  through  every  nation, 

Teach  the  world  redeeming  love  ; 
Go,  ye  heralds !  go,  ye  heralds  I 
Spread  his  name  where'er  ye  rove. 

7  Jesus,  spread  thy  gospel  glory, 

Save  poor  dying  souls  from  hell ; 
Let  all  nations  bow  before  thee. 
Love  thy  name,  and  with  thee  dwell : 

Haste,  ye  heralds!  haste,  ye  heralds! 

Your  Redeemer 's  name  to  tell. 


FAREWELL  HYMNS. 


HYMN  166.  P.  M. 


1  I^AREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is 
3.  at  hand 

That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band ; 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away ; 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 


HYMNS.  159 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  a 

while, 
We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence  smile : 
But  when  we  are  parted,  and  scattered  abroad, 
Let  us  pray  for  each  other,  and  wrestle  with 

God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  dis- 

charged ; 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  enlarged ; 
With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan  may 

roar, 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  evermore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who  are  listed  for 

war, 
Some  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near: 
Although  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he  '11  lead  you  in 

peace. 

5  The  world,  and  the  devil,  and  hell,  all  unite  ; 
And  bold  persecution  will  try  you  to  fright  : 
But  Jesus  is  for  you,  who 's  stronger  than  they ; 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  with  sad  broken 

heart. 
Oh  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part ; 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save; 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

7  Farewell,   faithful  Christians,   farewell   all 

around ; 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  trumpet  shall 

sound ; 
To  meet  you  in  glory  I  give  you  my  hand, 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  the  heavenly  land. 

8  Oh  glory,  oh  glory,  oh  glory  to  God ! 
Redemption  we  have  through  our  Jesus'  blood; 

,   I  long  to  be  gone  to  meet  him  above. 
To  gaze  on  his  glory,  and  feast  on  his  love. 

HYMN  167.  L.  M. 

i  T^  AREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
J?     I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you ; 


160  FAREWELL. 

I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  can  view : 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends  farewell. 

2  Farewell  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 

Nor  waits  for  mortal  care  or  bliss; 
I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
'Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love, 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

4  Farewell  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav'n. 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross. 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

5  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 

Sore  conflicts  here  await  for  you : 
Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road,  . 

Till  Canaan 's  happy  land  you  view. 

Fight  on,  flght  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

6  Farewell  poor  careless  sinners  too. 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here  ; 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 
O  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 

O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn. 
And  find  salvation  near. 

HYMN  168.  P.  M. 

1  f^AREWELL,  ray  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you 
JL  farewell, 

I'm  going  to  travel  the  way  to  excel ; 

I'm  going  to  travel  the  wilderness  through. 

Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you  adieu. 

2  The  thoughts  of  our  parting  doth  cause  me  to 

grieve, 
So  well  do  I  love  you,  but  you  I  must  leave ; 
My  Jesus  commands,  and  I  must  obey. 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  don't  grieve  after 

me. 


^  MISCELLANEOUS.  161 

3  May  heaven  protect  you,  be  Jesus  your  guide. 
On  the  walls  of  our  Zion  may  you  ever  abide  ; 
Though  we  live  at  a  distance,  and  you  I  ne'er 

see. 
On  the  banks  of  sweet  Canaan  acquainted 
we'll  be. 

4  There  all  things  are  plenty,  and  the  leaves 

growing  green, 
And  the  parting  of  Christians  no  more  to  be 

seen; 
No  sorrow,  no  trouble  shall  enter  that  place, 
But  there  we  shall  join  in  a  song  of  free  grace. 

5  And  when  we  meet  Jesus  in  the  mansion  above, 
Where  saints  and  bright  angels  are  feasting  on 

love; 
O  then  we  shall  look  for  each  mourner  that  'a 

here. 
How  glad  we  shall  be  to  meet  each  other  there. 

6  Farewell  to  all  SQfroWs,  temptation,  and  pain» 
I'm  going  whereJ^sus  for  ever  doth  reign  ; 
I'm  going  to  Jesus',;  his  goodness  to  prove, 
Where  saints  and«<^bright  angels  are  feasting  on 

love. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  169.  P.  M. 


1  TT  ARK !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
-MM.     'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks  and  speaks  to  thee, 

Say,  poor  sinner,  "  Lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  '*  Can  a  woman 's  tender  cares, 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bears? 

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162  MISCELLANEOUS*  i 

Yes!  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  I  will  remember  thee, 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful  strong  as  deatli. 

5  "  Thou  Shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done. 
Partners  of  my  throne  shall  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  7 

6  Lord  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint : 
Yfet  I  love  thee,  and  adore ; 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 

HYMN  170.  P.  M. 

AITH  is  the  Christian's  prop, 

Whereon  his  sorrows  lean, 

It  is  "  the  substance  of  his  hope, 

His  proof  of  things  unseen." 
It  is  the  anchor  of  his  soul. 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roll, 

2  Faith  is  the  polar  star. 

That  guides  the  Christian's  bark ; 
Directs  his  wand'ring  when  afar, 

To  reach  the  holy  ark ; 
It  points  the  course  where'er  he  roam. 
And  safely  leads  the  pilgrim  home. 

3  F?ith  is  the  rainbow's  form, 

Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven  ; 
The  glory  of  the  passing  storm. 

The  pledge  of  mercy  given. 
It  is  the  bright  triumphal  arch 
Through  which  the  saints  to  glory  march. 

4  Faith  is  the  mountain  rock, 

Whose  summit  towers  on  high ; 
Secure  above  the  tempest's  shock, 

An  inmate  of  the  sky. 
Fix'd  on  a  prize  of  greater  worth. 
It  views  with  scorn  the  things  of  earth. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  163    \ 

5  The  faith  that  works  by  love, 

And  purifies  the  heart, 
A  foretaste  of  the  joys  above 

To  mortals  can  impa^rt. 
The  Christian's  faith  is  simply  this : 
A  passport  to  immortal  bliss. 

HYMN  171.  P.  M. 

1  /^  THOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
yJ    delight. 

On  whom  in  afHiction  [  call, 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy 

sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  7 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  O  why  should  T  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread : 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice,  when  my  sorrows  they  se&„ 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  7 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been. 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone. 

5  This  is  my  beloved,  his  form  is  divine. 

His  vestments  shed  odours  around ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine. 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

6  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteou.sness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace, 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know. 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

7  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high: 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 

8  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  the  word ; 


164  MISCELLANEOUS. 

He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fiU'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord  ! 

Second  Part. 

1  His  vestments  of  righteousness  who  shall  de- 

scribe ? 
Its  purity  words  would  defile ; 
The  heav'ns  from  his  presence  fresh   beauties] 
imbibe. 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smile. 

2  Such  is  my  beloved,  in  excellence  bright, 

When  pleas'd  he  looks  down  from  above ; 
Like  the   morn  when    he    breathes  from  the 
chambers  of  light. 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 

3  Bu»t  when  arm'd  with  vengeance,  in  terror  he 

comes. 
The  nations  rebellious  to  tame. 
The  reins  of  Omnipotent  Power  he  assumes, 
And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame. 

4  A  two-edged  sword  from  his  mouth  issues  forth, 

Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes ; 
He  speaks,  and  black  tempests  are  seen  in  the 
north. 
And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 

5  Ten  thousand  destructions,  that  wait  for  his 

word. 
And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 
Fly  swift  as  the  wind  at  the  nod  of  their  Lord, 
And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death. 

6  His  cloud-bursting  thunders  their  voices resoundy 

Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high ; 
'Till  from  the  deep  centre  loud  echoes  rebound. 
And  meet  the  quick  flame  in  the  sk3\ 

7  The  portals  of  heaven  at  his  bidding  obey. 

And  expand  ere  his  banners  appear ; 
Earth  trembles  beneath,  till  her  mountains  give 
way, 
And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 

8  When  he  treads  on  the  clouds  as  the  dust  of  hi* 

feet. 
And  grasps  the  big  storm  in  his  handi 


MISCELLANEOUS.  165 

What  eye  the  fierce  glance  of  his  anger  shaft 
meet? 
Or  who  in  his  presence  shall  stand  ? 

HYMN  172.  P.  M. 
Dedication  Hymn. 

1  CIING  to  the  Lord  above, 

>5  Who  deigns  on  earth  to  raise 
Temples,  where  boundless  love 
Demands  our  songs  of  praise. 
Upon  this  floor,  by  every  tongue, 
While  saints  adore,  his  name  be  sung, 

2  We  laboured  not  in  vain, 

With  God  our  prayers  prevailed, 
Mountains  were  made  a  plain, 

And  opposition  failed. 
The  head  stone 's  laid,  now  let  the  place 
Resound  with  shoutings  unto  grace. 

3  This  sacred  dome,  O  Lord, 

To  thee  we  dedicate. 
Thy  name  we  here  record. 

And  at  thine  altar  wait. 
O  may  thy  love  our  hearts  inspire, 
Celestial  love  impart  the  fire. 

4  May  heaven's  high  arch  be  bow'd, 

O  glory  shine  around. 
As  when  the  sacred  cloud 

The  Jewish  temple  crown'd. 
With  saints  of  old  we'll  bless  the  Lord, 
His  truth  unfold,  his  love  record. 

5  Here  may  the  Spirit's  sword 

The  sinner's  conscience  wound, 
And  here  the  cheering  word 

Of  God's  rich  grace  abound : 
To  soothe  the  pensive  mourner's  grief, 
And  grant  the  burdened  mind  relief. 

6  May  saints  with  joy  report. 

Who  in  his  temple  wait, 
This  is  Jehovah's  court, 

'Tis  heaven's  expanding  gate. 
May  bliss  divine  from  Zion  roll, 
And  love  benign  fill  every  soul. 


166  MISCELLANEOUS. 

7  Then  when  the  Judge  commandg, 

Our  souls  shall  soar  away 

From  temples  made  with  hands 

To  that  in  endless  day. 
We'll  join  our  lays  with  angels  bright. 
To  sing  his  praise  in  worlds  of  light. 

HYMN  173.  P.  M. 

1  TT^ANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
JLI  Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal, 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day  and  conquer  all 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James's  faith  by  works  reveal; 
Like  young  Timothy  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly, 

3  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know, 
Samuel's  call,  O  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallow'd  fire 

All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditating  heart, 
Abraham's  friendship  may  I  prove 
Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 

5  Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue, 
That  example  Jesus  drew ; 
By  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below, 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restor'd. 
Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 

6  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled. 
When  its  wasting  lamps  are  dead. 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Youth  and  fame  and  power  are  laid, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  167 

Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 

There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

HYMN  174.  C.  M. 

1  f\  THAT  I  had  a  faithful  friend, 
\J  To  tell  my  secrets  to, 

On  whose  advice  I  might  depend, 
In  every  thing  I  do. 

2  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down, 

And  no  one  pities  me ! 
I  seem  a  stranger  quite  unknown, 
A  son  of  misery  ! 

3  None  lends  an  ear  to  my  complaint. 

Nor  minds  my  cries  nor  tears  : 
None  comes  to  cheer  me  though  I  faint, 
Nor  my  vast  burden  bears, 

4  Whilst  others  live  in  mirth  and  ease, 

And  feel  no  want  or  wo, 
Through  this  waste  howling  wilderness, 
I  full  of  sorrows  go. 

5  O  faithless  soul  to  reason  thus, 

And  murmur  without  end ! 
Did  Christ  expire  upon  the  cross? 
And  is  he  not  thy  friend  ? 

6  Why  dost  thou  envy  carnal  men. 

And  think  their  state  so  blest? 
How  great  salvation  hast  thou  seen. 
And  Jesus  is  thy  rest ! 

7  What  can  this  lower  world  afford, 

Compar'd  with  gospel  grace  ? 
Thy  happiness  is  in  the  Lord, 
And  thou  shalt  see  his  face ! 

8  Can  present  grief  be  counted  great. 

Compared  with  future  woes? 
Will  transient  pleasure  seem  so  sweet, 
Compar'd  with  endless  joys  ? 

9  How  soon  will  God  withdraw  the  scene, 

And  burn  the  world  he  made ! 
Then  wo  to  carnal  sinful  men ! 
My  soul  lift  up  thy  head. 

10  Thy  Saviour  is  thy  real  friend. 

Constant  and  true  and  good ; 


168  MISCELLANEOUS. 

He  will  be  with  thee  to  the  end, 
And  bring  thee  safe  to  God. 

11  Then  why  my  soul  art  thou  so  sad  ? 
When  will  thy  sighs  be  o'er  ? 
Rejoice  in  Jesus  and  be  glad, 
Rejoice  for  evermore. 

HYMN  175.  P.  M. 

1  TfTHEN  man  was  first  created,  in  Eden  he  was 

wf         plac'd, 
The  head  and  representative  of  all  the  fallen  race, 
But  by  the  subtle  serpent  he  wasbeguil'd  and  fell. 
And  for  his  disobedience  he  was  doom'd  to  death 
and  hell.  • 

2  But  in  this  situation  behold  the  promise  made, 
The  seed  of  mortal  woman  shall  bruise  the  ser- 
pent's head, 

Destroy  the  works  of  darkness,  that  man  should 

only  feel 
The  malice  of  the  serpent  a  raging  at  his  heel. 

3  Oh,  these  words,  were  all  spoken  in  spirit  and  in 

truth ; 
In  types  and  darkest  shadows  the  Saviour  was  set 

forth, 
And  sacrifice  and  offerings  all  on  the  altar  slain. 
Yet  blood  of  bulls  and  heifers  can  ne'er  remove 

the  stain. 

4  At  the  appointed  time  then  Jesus  did  appear, 
Assum'd  a  fleshy  body,  and  did  more  than  a  seer. 
He  kept  the  law  in  our  stead,  and  suffered  on  the 

tree. 
He  answered  all  the  law's  demands,  and  paid  the 
penalty. 

5  With  piercing  thorns  they  crown'd,  and  nail'd 

him  to  the  tree, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  trembled  to  hear  his 

agony. 
But  Justice  cried  against   him.  Come,  pay  in 

sinners'  stead. 
For  man  you've  undertaken,  and  you  must  be 

his  head. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  169 

6  The  sun  was  clothed  in  sackcloth,  the  earth  it 

did  mourn, 
All  nature  languish'd  to  hear  our  Saviour  groan  : 
But  the  law  was  ended  upon  his  spotless  head. 
He  cried,  it's  finish'd,  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid. 

7  They  laid  him  in  a  sepulchre,  for  it  was  at  hand. 
The  grave  it  could  not  hold  him,  nor  death's  cold 

iron  bands ; 
He  pray'd  for  his  enemies,  but  gain'd  a  glorious 

crown, 
He  conquer'd  all  the  powers  of  hell,  and  broke 

its  kingdom  down. 

8  And  when  that  he  was  risen,  to  Mary  he  ap- 

peared, 
Go  tell  my  friends  and  brethren  what  you  have 

seen  and  heard : 
Go  tell  them  I  am  risen,  and  death  could  do  no 

more, 
I  go  unto  my  Father's  house  to  live  for  evermore. 

9  He  came  to  his  disciples,  and  found  them  all 

alone. 
He  gave  them    their  commission  to  make  his 

gospel  known  ; 
Go  preach  my  gospel  to  the  poor,  baptize  them  in 

my  name, 
Beginning  at  the  spiteful  Jews,  that  put  my  soul 

to  shame, 

10  Go  preach  unto  all  nations,  let  every  creature 

hear, 

Go  publish  free  salvation  to  all,  both  far  and  near ; 

And  in  your  great  temptation,  I'll  speedy  com- 
fort send ; 

And  lo!  I  will  be  with  you,  until  the  world 
doth  end. 

HYMN  176.  P.  M. 

1  TTTITH  pleasure  behold  the  city  of  gold, 
V  f  How  beautiful,  lovely,  and  bright  ; 
Coming  down  from  above,  in  its  beauty  and  love, 

Adorn'd  with  glory  and  light ; 
Prepar'd  as  a  bride,  for  Immanuel's  side  ; 
iJet  angels  rejoice  at  the  sight : 


170  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Jerusalem  now  its  glory  doth  show. 
The  wisdom  of  God  and  his  might. 

2  Its  walls  great  and  high,  behold  it  with  joy, 

Think  of  it  ye  saints,  with  delight ; 
Behold  its  foundation  with  great  admiration, 

With  precious  stones  garnished  bright ; 
It  lieth  four-square,  a  golden  reed  there, 

With  angels  to  measure  it  right ; 
Consider  with  pleasure,  it 's  equal  in  measure, 

Its  length,  breadth,  and  height  are  alike. 

3  Twelve  angels   there  wait,  at  twelve  holy 

gates— 
The  righteous  rejoice  when  they  enter; 
For  they  will  behold  a  city  of  gold, 

The  tree  of  life  placed  in  the  centre : 
There  proceeds  from  the  throne  of  the  King 
whom  they  own, 
A  river  of  water  of  life  ; 
As  crystal  it 's  clear,  as  wine  it  doth  cheer 
The  heart  of  the  bride,  the  Lamb's  wife. 

4  Then  those  who  do  well,  with  Jesus  shall 

dwell. 
For  ever  and  ever  in  peace  ; 
They  need  not  the  moon,  nor  the  bright  shining 
sun, 
In  so  glorious  and  holy  a  place. 
God's  glory  will  shine,  and  give  light  divine. 

Therefore  it  will  never  be  night ; 
What  raptures  are  there !  all  heaven  will  share, 
It 's  perfectly  filled  with  light. 

5  The  saints  shall  there  reign  with  the  Lamb  that 

was  slain. 
The  face  of  our  King,  they  will  see  ; 
There  standing  before  him,  to  love  and  adore 
him, 
His  nam«  in  their  foreheads  will  be. 
Great  joy  will  be  there,  the  righteous  will  share, 

While  angels  their  voices  are  raising ; 
How  pleasant  the  singing  melodiously  ringing. 
While  saints  are  in  harmony  praising. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  171 

6  How  pleasant  their  singing,  melodiously  ringing, 
All  praising  with  cheerfullest  voices  ; 
What  melodious  sounds  are  echoing  round, 

While  all  in  that  city  rejoices. 
How  rich  and  how  great,  how  good  and  com- 
plete. 
That  city  which  God  will  prepare ; 
How  pure  and  how  holy,  and  full  of  bright 
glory. 
How  beautiful,  lovely,  and  fair. 

HYMN  177.  P.  M. 

1  ¥N  the  floods  of  tribulation, 

X    While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 
Jesus  whispers  consolation, 

And  supports  my  fainting  soul ; 
Sweet  affliction, 

That  brings  Jesus  to  my  soul. 

2  Thus  the  lion  yields  me  honey. 

From  the  eater  food  is  giv'n  ; 
Strengthen^  thus  I  still  press  forwarc 
Singing  as  I  wade  to  heav'n. 

Sweet  affliction, 
And  my  sins  are  all  forgiv'n. 

3  So,  in  darkest  dispensations,  j^ 

Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear  Wr 

With  his  richest  consolations, 
To  re-animate  and  cheer : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 

4  Floods  of  tribulation  heighten; 

Billows  still  around  me  roar ; 
Those  who  know  not  Christ  they  frighten, 
But  my  soul  defies  theii*  power : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 

5  In  the  sacred  page  recorded. 

Thus  his  word  securely  stands  ; 
"  Fear  not;  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 
Nought  shall  pluck  thee  from  my  hands." 

Sweet  affliction, 
Ev  'ry  word  my  love  demands. 


172  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  All  I  meet  I  find  assists  me 

In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy. 
Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me, 
Trials  never  more  annoy; 

Sweet  affliction, 
Ev'ry  promise  gives  me  joy. 

7  Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 

Still  the  path  I'll  ne'er  forget, 
But  exulting  cry,  it  led  me 
To  my  blessed  Saviour's  feet : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Which  has  brought  me  to  his  feet. 

HYMN  178.  P.  M. 

1  "r|EAREST  Jesus,  though  unseen, 
X-f    My  believing  heart  will  love  thee, 
Poor  despised  Nazarene  ; 

A  kind  and  constant  friend  I  prove  thee: 
Sinking  in  thy  balmy  blood, 
O  how  I  love  my  Saviour  God. 

2  Day  and  night  I  vent  my  sighs, 

Languishing  to  see  my  Saviour, 
With  warm  heart  and  streaming  eyes, 

I  view  my  dying  Lord  for  ever : 
Here  I  always  would  abide: 
O  nothing  may  I  know  beside. 

3  Like  the  widow'd  turtle  dove, 

I,  most  lovely  Lamb,  adore  thee : 
Pants  my  soul  quite  fiil'd  with  love, 

Sinking,  O  my  God,  restore  me 
To  thy  presence  sweet  and  free. 
O  how  I  long  to  be  with  thee. 

4  Every  moment  seems  an  age, 

Till  thy  piesence  shall  relieve  me. 
And  thy  grace  my  woes  assuage. 

And  thy  absence  no  more  grieve  me : 
Q,uickly,  quickly,  Jesus  come, 
O  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home. 

5  O'er  the  hills  I  see  him  come — 

duick  as  darts  the  piercing  lightning. 
Scatters  all  my  guilt  and  gloom ; 
All  my  powers  are  quick  and  brightening; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  173 

Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb, 
O  how  thy  presence  feeds  my  flame. 

HYMN  179.  P.  M. 

1  \  MONG  the  Jewish  captives,  one  Daniel 
.^t\.  there  was  found, 

Whose  unexampled  piety  astonish'd  all  around  ; 
They  saw  him  very  pious  and  faithful  to  the 

Lord, 
Three  times  a  day  he  bowed  to  supplicate  his 

God. 

2  Among  the  king's  high  princes  this  Daniel  was 

the  first. 
The   king  preferr'd  the  spirit  this  Daniel  did 

possess ; 
His  unexampled  piety,  sustained  their  jealousy ; 
The  princes  sought  his  ruin, — obtain'd  a  firm 

decree. 

3  Should  any  man  or  woman,  a  supplication 

bring. 
For  thirty  days  ensuing,  save  unto  thee,  O 

King; 
To  any  Lord  or  master,  or  any  other  man, 
They  should  without  distinction  fall  in  the 

lion's  den. 

4  But  now  when  Daniel  heard  it,  straight  to  his 

house  he  went, 

To  beg  his  God 's  protection— 'twas  all  his  whole 
intent: 

His  windows  being  open,  before  his  God  he 
bow'd, 

The  princes  were  assembled,  they  saw  him  wor- 
ship God. 

6  They  came  to  King  Darius,  and  spake  of  his 

decree, 
Saying,  that  Hebrew  Daniel  doth  nothing  care 

for  thee  : 
Before  his  God  he  boweth  three  times  in  every 

day. 
With  all  his  windows  open,  and  we  have  heard 

him  pray. 


174  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Now  when  Darius  heard  it,  his  soul  did  sore 

lament, 

He  set  his  heart  on  Daniel,  the  sentence  to  pre- 
vent ; 

The  princes  then  assembled  and  to  the  King 
they  said, 

Remember  your  great  honour,  likewise  the  laws 
you  made. 

7  Darius  then  commanded  that  Daniel  should  be 

brought, 
And  cast  into  the  lion's  den,  because  the  Lord 

he  sought; 
The  king  then  said  to  Daniel,  That  God  whom 

you  adore, 
Will  save  you  from  the  lions,  and  bless  yoiT 

evermore. 

8  The  King  went  to  his  palace,  and  fasted  all  the 

night, 

He  neither  ate  nor  drank,  nor  in  music  took  de- 
light; 

So  early  the  next  morning,  he  stole  along  the 
way. 

And  came  unto  the  lion's  den,  where  this  bold 
Hebrew  lay. 

9  Then  with  a  voice  of  mourning,  to  Daniel  cry'd 

aloud, 
Saying,  O  Daniel,  Daniel,  thou  servant  of  the 

Lord! 
Is  not  thy  God  sufficient  for  to  deliver  thee  ? 
That  God  in  whom  thou  trusteth  and  serves 

continually. 

10  My  God  hath  sent  his  angel  and  shut  the  lion's 

jaws. 
So  that  they  have  not  hurt  me,  my  enemies  they 

saw ; 
Then  straight  the  King  commanded  to  take  him 

from  the  den, 
Because  in  God  he  trusted,  no  harm  was  found 

in  him. 

11  See  how  the  faithful  Daniel  fear'd  not  the  face 

of  clay, 
Twas  not  the  King's  commandment  that  made 
him  cease  to  pray  ,* 


MISCELLANEOrS.  175 

He  knew  that  God  was  with  him,  to  save  his 

soul  from  death. 
He  trusted  in  Jehovah,  and  pray'd  at  every 

breath. 

Second  Part. 

1  Darius  then  commanded  those  wretches  to  be 

brought, 
Who  had  with  so  much  boldness,  the  life  of 

Daniel  sought ; 
On  women,  men,  and  children,  the  sentence  being 

pass'd, 
Among  the  angry  lions  those  sinners  then  were 

cast. 

2  The  lions  rush'd  with  vengeance  upon  those 

wicked  men, 

And  tore  them  all  to  pieces  ere  they  to  the  bot- 
tom came. 

Thus  God  will  save  his  children,  who  put  their 
trust  in  him, 

And  punish  their  offenders  with  agonies  ex- 
treme. 

3  'Twas  then  a  proclamation,  Darius  issued  forth, 
Commanding  all  the  people  that  dwelt  upon  the 

earth, 
To  fear  the  God  of  Daniel,  for  he's  the  living 

God, 
Whose  kingdom  is  for  ever,  and  shall  not  be  de- 

stroy'd. 

4  He  maketh  signs  and  wonders  in  heaven  and 

on  earth, 
Who  hath  deliver'd  Daniel,  and  shut  the  lion's 

mouth : 
Who  sav'd  the  Hebrew  children  when  cast  into 

the  flame. 
This  is  the  God  of  Heaven,  and  he  spreads  his 

wide  domain. 

5  This  Daniel's  God  is  gracious  to  all  his  childi"en 

dear, 
He  gives  them  consolation,  and  tells  them  not  to 
fear : 


176  MISCELLANEOUS. 

He  's  promis'd  to  support  them,  and  bring  thein 

safe  to  dwell 
Eternally  in  heaven,  but  dooms  their  foes  to 

hell. 

6  Hark !  sinners,  hear  the  gospel,  it  says  to  you 

repent, 

Come  try  a  bleeding  Saviour,  for  you  his  blood 
was  spilt : 

He  dy'd  to  purchase  pardon,  that  we  might  by 
his  pow'r. 

Escape  the  roaring  lions,  that  seek  us  to  de- 
vour. 

7  O  will  you  be  persuaded  by  one  who  loves  your 

soul. 
To   turn  and  seek  salvation    with  [  Christ  in 

heav'n  to  dwell  : 
Come  serve  the  God  of  Daniel,  'tis  Jesus  bids 

you  come. 
You'll    find  a  hearty  welcom.e  in  Christ   the 

bleeding  Lamb, 

8  Glory  to  God,  O  glory,  for  his  redeeming  love, 
Religion   makes  us  happy   here,  and  will  in 

worlds  above ; 
We'll  sing  bright  hallelujahs,  and  join  the  holy 

song, 
With  Moses,    Job,    and   Daniel,    and  all  the 

heav'nly  throng. 

HYMN  180.  C.  M. 

1  TTEAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
JLl    The  glad  tidings  of  salvation. 
Published  to  every  creature, 

To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 

Lo !  he  reigns,  He  reigns  victorious  ! 
Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banners  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying 

.    Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour. 

3  There,  ye  sons  of  vi^rath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  v/rought  your  own  undoing, 


MISCEMANEOTIS.  1 

There  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

4  -Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  he  was  crucified, 
Conquered  death  and  rose  to  heaven ; 
Through  him  life  eternals  given. 

5  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy  ; 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly  ; 
Turn  or  you  are  lost  for  ever, 

O  now  turn  to  Christ  your  Saviour. 

6  There  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money, 
Mercy  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

7  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains. 
Purling  streams,  and  flowing  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes, 
Sing  the  great  Messiahs  praises. 

8  Shout  ye  saints  of  every  nation, 
To  the' bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judahs  Lion, 
The  Almighty  King  of  Zion. 

9  Shout  ye  saints!  make  jo\-ful  mention  ; 
Christ  has  purchas'd  your  redemption : 
Angels  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brightest  worlds  of  glory. 

HY^IN  181.  P.  M. 
i  TITHEX  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
f  T    And  seas  are  calm,  and  skies  are  dear 
And  faith,  in  lively  exercise. 
The  distant  hills  of  Canaan  spies: 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings. 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 

Vain  world  adieu. 
2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore, 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore  ; 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystarstream: 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 

Vain  world  adiem. 
M 


178  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand  ; 
With  steady  helm,  and  free  bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail : 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 

Glory  to  God. 

HYMN  182.  P.  M. 

1  TT  AIL  the  day  so  long  expected, 
JjL  Hail  the  year  of  full  release; 
Zion's  walls  are  now  erected. 

And  the  watchmen  live  in  peace. 
From  the  distant  courts  of  Zion, 
The  shrill  trumpet  loudly  roars, — 

Babylon  is  fallen,  is  fallen,  is  fallen, 
Babylon  is  fallen,  to  rise  no  more. 
?  Hark,  and  hear  the  people  crying, 
See  the  city  disappears ; 
Trade  and  traffic  all  are  dying, 

Lo !  they  sink  to  rise  no  more ! 
Merchants  who  have  bought  her  traffic, 
Crying  from  a  distant  shore, — 
Babylon  is  fallen,  &c. 

3  All  her  merchants  cry  with  wonder. 

What  is  this  that  comes  to  pass  ? 
Murmuring  like  some  distant  thunder ; 

Crying,  Oh!  alas,  alas! 
Swell  the  sounds,  ye  kings  and  nobles. 

Priests  and  people,  rich  and  poor, — 
Babylon  is  fallen,  &c. 

4  Lo,  the  captains  are  returning. 

Up  to  Zion  see  them  fly ; 
While  the  heavenly  host  rejoices, 

Shout  and  echo  through  the  sky ; 
See  the  ancients  of  the  city, 

Terrified  at  the  uproar — 
Babylon  is  fallen,  &c. 

5  Tune  your  harps,  ye  heavenly  choir, 

Shout,  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb ; 
See  the  city  all  on  fire. 
Clap  your  bands,  and  blow  the  flame ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  179 

Now's  the  day  of  compensation, 
Hope  of  mercy  now  is  o'er.— 
Babylon  is  fallen,  &c. 

HYMN  183.  P.  M. 

The  Sainfs  sweet  home. 

1  'TI/flD  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 

1?X     plaints, 

Howsweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace, 
And  their  precious  Jesus,  whose   love  cannot 

cease, 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free; 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee  : 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 

foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  thee  at 

home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay 

O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day, 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace ! 
The  spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face  : 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne» 
And  find  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine. 
And  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb. 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at  Home. 

HYMN  184.  P.  M. 
The  resolute  Christian. 
1  fTlHE  old  Israelites  knew  what  it  waa  they 
X     must  do, 
If  fair  Canaan  they  ever  possess'd ; 


180  MISCELLANEOUS. 

They  must  still  keep  in  sight  of  that  pillar  of 
light, 
Which  then  led  to  the  promised  rest. 
That  the  camp  on  the  road  could  not  be  their 
abode, 
But  as  oft  as  the  trumpet  did  blow, 
They  were  glad  of  a  chance,  for  a  further  advance. 
They  must  take  up  their  baggage  and  go. 

2  I  am  thankful  indeed,  for  the  heavenly  head, 

Whicl)  before  us  has  hitherto  gone  ; 
For  that  pillar  of  love,  which  now  onward  does 
move, 
And  gathers  our  souls  into  one. 
With  that  sin   hating  throng,  I'm   advancing 
along; 
Into  closer  communion  they  flow, 
So  all  that  would  stand,  on  that  heavenly  land, 
Must  take  up  their  crosses  and  go. 

3  The  Way  it  is  new,  as  it  opens  to  view, 

And  behind  us  a  foaming  Red  sea ; 
So  that  none  need  to  speak,  of  an  onion  or  leek, 

Or  to  talk  about  garlick  to  me. 
I'm  engaged  in  pursuit,  and  must  have  the  good 
fruit. 

Which  in  Canaan's  rich  valley  doth  grow, 
Though  millions  of  foes,  should  rise  to  oppose ; 

For  on  I'm  resolved  to  go. 

4  Though  some  in  the  rear,  preach  terror  and  fear. 

And  complain  of  the  trials  they  meet; 
Though  the  lions  before,  with  great  fury  do  roar. 

And  resolve  they  will  never  retreat — 
We  are  little  'tis  true,  and  our  numbers  are  few. 

And  the  sons  of  old  Anak  are  tail ; 
With  the  resolute  few,  I'm  resolv'd  to  go  through. 

And  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  all. 

5  On  Jordan's  near  side,  I  can  never  abide, 

For  no  place  of  repose  I  can  see ; 
I  shall  come  to  the  spot,  and  inherit  the  lot, 

Which  the  Lord  God  shall  give  unto  me. 
'Tis  union  I  seek,  with  the  pure  and  the  meek, 

So  an  end  to  all  discord  and  strife ; 
Since  I've  tixed  ray  eyes,  on  the  heavenly  prize, 

I'll  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  life 


MISCELLANEOUS.  181 

6  My  honours  and  health,  my  pleasures  and  we  Ath, 

I'm  willing  should  now  be  at  stake; 
And  if  Christ  I  obtain,  I  shall  think  it  great 
gain, 

For  the  sacrifice  which  I  shall  make. 
When  T  all  have  forsook,  like  a  bubble  'twill  look, 

From  the  midst  of  that  glorified  throng: 

0  then  let  us  agree,  and  from  bondage  be  free, 
And  to  Zion  be  moving  along. 

7  Now  the  morning  doth  dawn,  for  the  camp  to 

move  on. 

And  the  priests  each  their  trumpets  doth  blow  i. 
At  the  sound  of  the  trump,  I  am  ready  to  jump. 

And  for  one  I  am  resolved  to  go. 
Though  my  trials  are  great,  I  submit  to  my  fate. 

For  the  storm  it  will  shortly  be  o'er ; 

1  shall  thankfully  see,  what  a  blessing  to  me, 
Was  the  mortifying  cross  which  I  bore. 

HYBIN  185.  C.  M. 
For  a  Congregation  of  Africans. 

1  i^UR  Master,  Jt.sus,  reign'd  above, 
\J  The  Lord  of  all  was  he, 

And  yet  he  chose  to  s6t  his  love, 

0  wond'rous  love !  on  me. 

2  Our  Master  Jesus— bless  his  name ! 

1  love  to  hear  the  sound — 
When  I  was  lost,  to  seek  he  came. 

And  O,  thank  God,  he  found. 

3  Our  Master,  Jesus,  from  his  birth. 

My  sins  and  sorrows  bore  ! 
And  while  He  lived  like  me  on  earth, 
A  servant's  form  He  wore. 

4  Our  Master,  Jesus,  went  to  preach 

The  Gospel  every  where, 
And  by  his  own  example  teach 
How  we  the  cross  should  wear. 

5  Our  Master,  Jesus,  crucified  > 

By  hands  of  wicked  men, 
Pray'd  for  his  murderers— then  He  <" 
He  died,  but  rose  again. 


182  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Our  Master,  Jesus,  suffered  this, 

The  world  from  hell  to  save, 
And  bring  to  heaven's  amazing  bliss, 
The  freeman  and  the  slave. 

7  Our  Master,  Jesus,  takes  delight 

In  hearts  made  pure  within, 
Though  we  are  black,  our  souls  are  white» 
When  he  forgives  our  sins. 

8  Our  Master,  Jesus,  who  didst  give 

Thyself  to  die  for  me. 
Grant  the  poor  Negro  grace  to  live. 
And  grace  to  die  to  Thee. 

HYMN  186.  P.  M. 
The  Indian  Hymn. 

1  TN  de  dark  woods,  no  Indian  nigh, 

X  Den  me  look  Heb'n,  and  send  up  cry, 

Upon  my  knee  so  low ; 
But  God  on  high,  in  shiny  place. 
See  me  at  night,  wid  teary  face^ — 

De  priest  he  tell  me  so. 

2  God  send  he  angel,  take  um  care. 
He  come  he  self  and  hear  um  pray'r, 

(If  Indian  heart  do  pray,) 
He  see  me  now,  he  know  me  here ; 
He  say  poor  Indian  neber  fear, 

Me  wid  you  night  and  day. 

3  So  me  lub  God,  wid  inside  heart 
He  fight  for  me,  he  take  um  part, 

He  save  um  life  before  : 
God  hear  poor  Indian  in  de  wood, 
So  me  lub  him  and  dat  be  good  ; 

Me  pray  him  two  times  more.* 

HYMN  187.  L.  M. 
The  Wretchedness  of  the  Wicked. 
1  rjlHEY  must  be  as  the  troubled  sea, 
X    They  cannot  rest  who  know  not  thee ; 
Whose  working  hearts,  disturbed  within, 
Cast  up  the  mire  of  actual  sin. 

*  Meaning  twice  as  often  as  formerly. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  183 

2  No  peace  the  wicked  e'er  can  know. 
While  hastening  to  their  place  below  ; 
iBut  trouble  must  with  sin  remain, 
Sad  earnest  of  eternal  pain. 

HYMN  188.  C.  M. 

1  TTIAR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
JL    From  strife  and  iumult  far ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 

His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  pray'r  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seen,  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There  if  thy  spirit  touch  the  heart, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode ; 
O!  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God. 

4  Author  and  guardian  of  my  days, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine. 

And all  harmonious  names  in  one, 

My  Saviour  thou  art  mine. 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love, 
[      A  boundless,  endless  store, 

Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

HYMN  189.  P.  M. 

1  XjIKOM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
M.     From  India's  coral  strand. 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle. 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness, 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn, 


184  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  man  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny ! 
Salvation!  oh,  salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft  ye  winds  his  story. 

And  you  ye  waters  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  return  to  reign. 

HYMN  190.  P.  M. 

1  ril HE  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in 
X      fire. 

As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire ; 
Self-moving,  it  drives  on  its  path-way  of  cloud. 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burthen  of  Godhead 
are  bow'd. 

2  The  glory !  the  glory !  around  him  are  pour'd. 
The  myriads  of  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs  are 

there, 
And  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory  wear. 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have  all 

heard ; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  monuments 

stirr'd ! 
From  ocean  and  earth,  from  the  south  pole  and 

north, 
Lo,  the  vast  generation  of  ages  come  forth! 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  are 

Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders 
are  met 


MISCELLANEOUS.  185 

All  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 
5  Oh  mercy !  oh  mercy !  look  down  from  above. 
Redeemer,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love  ; 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven  ? 

HYMN  191.  P.  M. 

**  O  Lord,  I  know  that  in  very  faithfulness  thou  hast 

afflicted  me.'" 

1  Ti^OR  what  shall  1  praise  thee,  my  God  and  my 
£    King? 

For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude  bring  ? 
Shall  I  praise  thee  for  pleasure,  for  health  and 

for  ease, 
For  the  spring  of  delight  and  the  sunshine  of 

peace  ? 

2  Shall  I  praise  thee  for  flowers  that  bloom'd  on 

my  breast, 
For  joys  in  perspective,  and  pleasures  possess'd  ? 
For  the  spirits  that  heighten'd  my  days  of  delight, 
And  the  slumbers  that  sat  on  my  pillow  by  night  7 

3  For  this  should  I  praise  thee !  but,  if  only  for  this, 
I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of  bliss  : 
I  thank  thee  for  sickness,  for  sorrow,  for  care. 
For  the  thorns  I  have  gatfter'd,  the  anguish  I  bear : 

4  For  nights  of  anxJ^cy,  watchings,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pp^^i,  a  perspective  of  fears  ; 

I  praise  thee,  I  bless  thee,  my  King  and  my  God, 
For  the  ^od  and  the  evil  thy  hand  hath  bestow'd. 

5  The  flowers  were  sweet,  but  their  fragrance  is 

flown. 
They  yielded  no  fruits,  they  are  withered  and 

gone. 
The  thorn  it  was  poignant  but  precious  to  me, 
'Twas  the  message  of  mercy,— it  led  me  to  thee. 

HYMN  192.  S.  M. 
1  fi  REAT  God,  who  hear'st  our  sighs> 
Ur  In  pity  now  draw  near, 


186  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  bid  our  fainting  souls  arise, 
And  bless  our  labours  here. 

2  Here's  sinners,  Lord,  we  know— 

Thy  counsel  they  forsake  ; 
They're  sinking  to  the  gulph  below— 
Oh !  bid  them  now  awake. 

3  The  wicked  have  no  peace, 

While  yet  on  earth  they  live ; 
Their  troubles  never  here  shall  cease, 
While  they  will  not  believe. 

4  Let  all  who  hear  thy  word, 

Turn  from  their  evil  ways, 
And  own  thee  for  a  gracious  Lord, 
Henceforth  throughout  their  days. 

5  Now  let  thy  spirit  come. 

Like  dew-drops  from  on  high. 
And  send  thy  strong  conviction  home, 
To  every  sinner  nigh. 

6  Let  Satan's  kingdom  fall. 

To  be  built  up  no  more ; 
An<l  let  salvation's  mighty  call, 
Be  heard  on  every  shore. 

HYMN  193.  C.  M.  D. 

The  Tented  Grove. 

1  "ITITHEN  Israel  out  of  Egypt  came, 

f  ?    To  seek  the  promis  d  land- 
Were  guarded  by  a  tiery  flaniQ^ 

And  Moses  gave  command ; 
The  tow'ring  billows  of  the  deep 

Gave  them  a  passage  through  ; 
But  O !  the  fate  of  Pharaoh's  troop, 

Lost  in  the  waves  below ! 

2  O  camp  of  Israel  now  rejoice. 

While  in  the  wilderness  ; 
For  Jordan's  streams  you  soon  shall  cross, 

Then  Canaan  you'll  possess. 
Let  Zion's  sons,  and  Levi's  tribe 

And  Israel's  army  move ; 
With  me  prepare  to  offer  prayer, 

While  in  the  tented  grove. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  187 

1 3  Leave  all  the  busy  cares  of  life, 
All  worldly  things  behind  ; 

■  That  you  may  gather  strength  of  soul, 

And  fortify  the  mind ; 

■  For  Jesus  surely  will  be  there 
I        To  fire  our  souls  with  love ; 

Therefore  I  find  my  heart  inclin'd 
i        To  seek  the  tented  grove. 

4  Come  let  us  all  join  heart  and  voice, 

In  pray'r  and  praises,  too ; 
Let  sinners  weep  and  saints  rejoice, 

There's  work  for  all  to  do. 
By  faith  we'll  claim  the  promise,  Lord, 

Thy  faithfulness  to  prove : 
Descend,  descend,  oh  sinner's  friend, 

Into  our  tented  grove. 

5  Oh  how  our  hearts  rejoice  to  feel 

The  holy  Ghost  descend ; 
While  on  our  knees,  we  humbly  kneel, 

We  find  the  sinner's  friend ; 
The  spreading  flame  runs  through  the  crowd, 

Each  heart  begins  to  move ; 
Tall  sinners  bow,  and  cry  aloud 

All  round  the  tented  grove. 

6  The  falling  tear  bespeaks  the  load. 

That  lays  upon  each  heart ; 
And  guilty  conscience  strikes  the  soul, 

With  keen  conviction's  dart ; 
At  length  by  faith  in  Christ  he  claims 

His  Saviour's  pard'ning  love. 
And  shouts  of  praise  for  God's  free  grace, 

Ring  through  the  tented  grove. 

7  The  persecuting  sons  of  night. 

Find  nothing  more  to  say ; 
They  either  yield,  or  quit  the  field, 

And  Israel  gains  the  day. 
The  devil's  tottering  kingdom  shakes. 

And  its  foundations  move: 
Such  prayer  we  find  by  faith  combin'd 

Rise  from  the  tented  grove. 
"  8  O  sacred  ground !  delightful  place ! 

Where  God  appears  to  man ! 


188  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Like  Moses  we  behold  his  face 

With  but  a  vail  between; 
But  when  we  rise  to  Paradise, 

To  worship  God  above. 
There's  happier  ground  than  we  have  found, 

While  in  the  tented  grove. 

HYMN  194.  C.  M. 
Communion. 

1  T¥7 HITHER  should  our  full  souls  aspire 

ft    At  this  transporting  feast? 
They  never  can  on  earth  be  higher, 
Or  more  completely  blest. 

2  Our  cup  of  blessing  from  above, 

Delightfully  runs  o'er, 
Till  from  these  bodies  they  remove. 
Our  souls  can  hold  no  more. 

3  To  heaven  the  mystic  banquet  leads; 

Let  us  to  heaven  ascend, 
And  bear  this  joy  upon  our  heads. 
Till  it  in  glory  end  : 

4  Till  all  who  truly  join  in  this, 

The  marriage-supper  share, 
Enter  into  their  Master's  bliss. 
And  feast  for  ever  there. 

HYMN  195.  C.  M. 

1  "p  ETURNING  to  his  throne  above, 
JL^  The  friend  of  sinners  cried, 

Do  this  in  memory  of  my  love: 
He  spoke  the  word,  and  died. 

2  He  tasted  death  for  every  one  ; 

The  Saviour  of  mankind 
Out  of  our  sight  to  heaven  is  gone. 
But  left  his  pledge  behind. 

3  His  sacramental  pledge  we  take. 

Nor  will  we  let  it  go; 
Till  in  the  clouds  our  Lord  comes  back, 
We  thus  his  death  will  show. 

4  Come  quickly,  Lord,  for  whom  we  mourn. 

And  comfort  all  that  grieve, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  189 

Prepare  the  bride,  and  then  return 

And  to  thyself  receive. 
Now  to  thy  gracious  kingdom  come, 

(Thou  hast  a  token  given) 
And  when  thy  arms  receive  us  home, 

Recall  thy  pledge  in  heaven. 

HYMN  196.  P.  M. 

IN  time  of  tribulation, 
Hear,  Lord,  my  feeble  cries ; 
With  humble  supplication, 

To  Thee  my  spirit  flies ; 
My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking, 

Scarce  can  my  voice  complain ; 
Mine  eyes  with  tears  kept  waking, 

Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. 
The  days  of  old,  in  vision, 

Bring  vanish'd  bliss  to  view; 
The  years  of  lost  fruition 

Their  joys  in  pangs  renew: 
Remember'd  songs  of  gladness. 

Through  night's  lone  silence  brought, 
Strike  notes  of  deeper  sadness, 

And  stir  desponding  thought. 
Hath  God  cast  off  for  ever? 

Can  time  his  truth  impair  7 
His  tender  mercy,  never  ' 

Shall  I  presume  to  share? 
Hath  He,  his  loving  kindness 

Shut  up  in  endless  wrath? 
No ;— this  is  mine  own  blindness, 

That  cannot  see  his  path. 
I  call  to  recollection 

The  years  of  his  right  hand; 
And,  strong  in  his  protection. 

Again  through  faith  I  stand; 
Thy  deeds,  O  Lord,  are  wonder; 

Holy  are  all  thy  ways ; 
The  secret  place  of  thunder 

Shall  utter  forth  thy  praise. 
Thee,  with  the  tribes  assembled, 

O  God,  the  billows  saw ; 


190  MISCELLANEOUS. 

They  saw  Thee,  and  they  trembled, 

Tuin'd,  and  stood  still,  with  awe; 
The  clouds  shot  hail— they  lighten'd ; 

The  earth  reel'd  to  and  fro ; 
The  fiery  pillar  brighten'd 

The  gulf  of  gloom  below. 
6  Thy  way  is  in  great  waters. 

Thy  footsteps  are  not  known ; 
Let  Adam's  sons  and  daughters 

Confide  in  Thee  alone : 
Through  the  wild  sea  Thou  leddest 

Thy  chosen  flocks  of  yore, 
Still  on  the  waves  Thou  treadest, 

And  thy  redeem'd  pass  o'er. 

HYMN  197.  P.  M. 

1  TTOW  beautiful  the  sight 
JJL  Of  brethren  who  agree, 
In  friendship  to  unite. 

And  bond  of  charity; 
'Tis  like  the  precious  ointment,  shed 
O'er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  head. 

2  'Tis  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Hermon's  flowers ; 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill. 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers, 
When  mingling  odours  breathe  around, 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 
From  his  unsparing  hands, 

Yea,  life  for  evermore: 
Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above 
To  spend  eternity  in  love ! 

HYMN  198.  P.  M. 
Prayer  for  unconverted  Relatives. 
I  T  ORD  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  thee, 
M-J  Thou  our  joy  and  portion  art: 
Day  and  night  we  plead  before  thee— 
Answer  Lord— thy  grace  impart, 
Send  thy  Spirit, 
Pierce,  O  pierce  the  stubborn  heart. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  191 

2  Ah !  dear  Lord,  they're  bound  for  ruin, 

Hast'ning  down  to  endless  wo : 

While  their  danger  we  are  viewing, 

Streams  of  briny  sorrow  flow. 

Lord,  alarm  them, 
Or  to  ruin  they  must  go ! 

3  See,  dear  Lord,  our  near  connexions, 

Dear  companions  all  around, 
Brothers,  sisters,  children,  parents, 
Down  to  desperation  bound. 

Jesus,  save  them. 
Let  the  lost  again  be  found. 

4  Prayers  and  tears,  alas !  we've  vented ; 

Shall  we  weep  and  pray  in  vain  7 
Yet,  alas!  they  seem  contented! 
Nought  but  scoffs  and  frowns  we  gain, 

Jesus,  save  them. 
Save  them,  Lord,  from  endless  pain. 

5  Death,  it  may  be,  now  is  near  them, 

Soon  they'll  feel  his  cold  embrace; 
Gracious  heaven  shall  we  hear  them 
Mourn  thy  long  rejected  grace  ? 

Lord,  constrain  them 
Now  to  seek  a  Saviour's  face. 

6  Lord,  we  view  the  separation 

At  thy  great  tremendous  bar ; 
Mourning,  weeping,  lamentation, 
Must  be  their  employment  there. 

Must  we  see  them 
Stand  their  awful  doom  to  hear? 

7  Must  we  there  be  separated, 

Never,  never  more  to  meet  7 
Mournful  scene,  long  contemplated!  », 
Lord,  and  is  there  mercy  yet? 

Lay  them  prostrate. 
Precious  Jesus,  at  thy  feet. 

8  Lord,  display  thy  matchless  power, 

Pierce  their  stubborn  hearts  of  stone, 
Make  them  dr  ad  that  awful  hour- 
Bow  them,  lord,  before  thy  throne. 

Save  them  Jesus, 
Save  them,  save  them  for  thine  own. 


192  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  199.  P.M. 

Weeping  Mary. 

1  "IT^THEN  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek 

?  T      Her  loving  Lord  and  Saviour, 
'Twas  early  as  the  morning  broke, 

With  tears  to  gain  his  favour; 
The  guardian  soldiers  wait  around, 

The  tomb  that  held  the  body ; 
Of  him  whom  she  thought  under  ground, 

With  wicked  hands  all  bloody. 

2  But  how  her  mournful  heart  was  torn, 

To  find  the  grave  was  empty ; 
In  solemn  silence  she  did  mourn, 

While  onward  she  did  venture  : 
Two  Angels  in  bright  raiment  shone, 

T'  anticipate  her  sorrow  ; 
And  say  why  does  this  creature  moan, 

And  why  this  glbomy  horror. 

3  Why  weep  ye  Mary,  they  did  say. 

Why  are  you  thus  in  mourning? 
Because  they've  ta'en  my  Lord  away, 

Whom  I  thought  to've  seen  this  morning^. 
I'll  sigh  and  weep,  poor  Mary  said, 

Till  I  know  where  they've  laid  him ! 
Then  quickly  turning  round  her  head, 

Began  for  to  upbraid  them. 

4  As  Jesus  by  her  stood  unknown, 

She  thought  he  was  the  gard'ner  : 
In  flowing  tears  she  made  her  moan, 

Not  knowing  'twas  her  pard'ner : 
Come  tell  me  where  youv'e  laid  my  Lord, 

Exclaimed  poor  weeping  Mary  ; 
Some  comfort  to  my  mind  afford, 

So  much  oppress'd  and  wearied. 

5  O  weeping  Mary!  said  the  man  ; — 

She  then  perceived  her  Saviour; 
And  to  his  feet  she  weeping  ran 

Not  fearing  harm  or  danger. 
And  now  like  Mary  let  us  go, 

And  kiss  the  feet  of  Jesus, 
He'll  banish  all  our  grief  and  wo. 

From  sorrow  he'll  relieve  us. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  193 

HYMN  300.  P.  M. 
Birth  of  Qhrist. 

1  rpHE  long  expected  morn 

■SL     Has  dawn'd  upon  the  earth; 
The  Saviour,  Christ,  is  born, 
And  angels  sing  his  birth  : 
We'll  join  the  bright  seraphic  throng, 
And  share  their  joys,  and  swell  their  song. 

2  "  Good  will  and  peace  divine 

To  highly  favoured  man  :" 
No  wisdom,  Lord,  but  thine 

TCould  form  the  gracious  plan, 
To  save  the  guilty  and  the  lost. 
Thyself  remaining  true  and  just. 

3  Praise  then  the  Lord  most  high, 

On  earth  he  deigns  to  dwell ; 
Incarnate  to  destroy 

The  works  of  death  and  hell : 
Ilosanna  in  the  highest  strain, — 
"  Great  peace  on  earth— Good  will  to  men.'* 

HYMN  201.  P.  M. 

IS  mercies  in  Jesus  renewed, 
Each  morning  I  wake  to  adore, 
A  fountain  of  infinite  good, 
A  sea  without  bottom  or  shore. 

2  My  Lord's  unexpressibly  kind, 

O  when  shall  I  thank  him  above, 
To  Jesus  eternally  join'd 
Absorb'd  in  the  depths  of  his  love. 

HYMN  202.  C.  M. 

1  I^ROM  whence  these  direful  omens  round, 
.C      Which  heaven  and  earth  amaz  ? 
Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the  ground, 

Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays  ? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake, 

And  nature  sympathise ! 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black ! 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies. 
N 


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194  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree, 

His  all-atoning  blood ! 
Is  this  the  infinite  ?  'tis  he. 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ! 

4  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 

For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  naiU 
And  pointed  every  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 

Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 

0  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed  nor  die  in  vain ! 

HYMN  203.  P.  M. 

1  "lyffTHEN  toss'd  on  error's  stormy  tide, 

¥  f      From  doubt  to  darkness  driven, 
'Twas  thine  my  wandering  thoughts  to  guide 
And  bid  the  world  no  more  divide, 
My  erring  heart  from  heaven. 

2  As  more  to  fancy's  wildering  song, 

That  heart's  applause  was  given  ; 
To  charm  it  from  the  joyless  throng. 
Thy  warning  seem'd  to  breathe  along. 

The  holy  lyre  of  heaven. 

3  But  though  the  warning  voice  was  sweet, 

As  the  last  sigh  of  even, 
My  soul  within  its  dark  retreat, 
Reluctant  shrunk,  and  fear'd  to  meet 

A  messenger  from  heaven. 

4  Yet  soon  the  chain  that  bound  my  soul^ 

By  mercy's  hand  was  riven  ; 

1  saw  the  clouds  asunder  roll. 
And  truth,  unerring  as  the  pole, 

Allur'd  me  back  to  heaven. 

5  My  grateful  heart  must  ever  glow. 

While  life  and  strength  are  given, 
With  feelinjrs  those  alone  can  know^ 
Whom  thou  hast  led  to  seek  below, 

The  blissful  hope  of  heaven. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  195 

HYMN  204.  P.  M. 

1  TT7HEN  pulse  beats  low  and  cheeks  grow  pale, 

f  ?      And  storms  of  life  are  fiercely  driven  ; 
When  fairest  prospects  quickly  fail, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven. 

2  When  friends,  that  seem'd  most  near  and  dear, 

Are  from  our  bosoms  swiftly  riven. 

And  life's  bright  joys  in  gloom  appear. 

How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven. 

3  When  lone  and  wand'ring  far  from  home, 

No  kind  relief  to  us  is  given, 
O,  what  would  then  of  us  become. 
If  we  had  not  a  hope  in  heaven  ? 

4  And  when  the  end  is  drawing  nigh, 

Of  life,  through  which  we  long  have  striven, 
And  we  at  last  must  droop  and  die, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven  ? 

HYMN  205.  P.  M. 

1  rilHIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

JL      For  man's  illusion  given  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow  ; 
There's  nothing  true  but  heaven ! 

2  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues  of  even  ; 
And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb  ; 

There's  nothing  bright  but  heaven  1 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven  ; 
And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray. 
Serve  but  to  light  the  troubled  way  ; 

There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven  ! 

HYMN  206.  L.  M. 
1  fTlHE  Lord  shall  come !  the  earth  shall  quakQ 

JL      The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake  ; 

And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 

The  stars  shed  pale  their  feeble  light. 
§1  The  Lord  shall  come  !  but  not  the  samQ 

As  once  in  lowliness  He  came ; 


196  MISCELLANEOUS. 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes.  . 

3  The  Lord  shall  come,  a  dreadful  form  \ 
With  rainbow-wreath  and  robes  of  storm; 
On  cherub- wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  judge  of  all  mankind. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
As  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
Oppress'd  by  power,  and  niock'd  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene,— the  crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks,  hide  us  ;  mountains,  on  us  fall  1" 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing,  "  The  Lord  is  come !" 

HYMN  207.  L.  M. 
The  Parting  Hymn. 

1  ]U/|Y  dearest  friends  in  bands  of  love, 

irJ.    Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove  ; 
Your  friendship 's  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  comp'ny's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear  ; 

And  when  I  find  that  we  must  part, 
They  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away, 
Since  we  did  meet  to  sing  and  pray ; 
How  loath  vi^e've  been  to  leave  the  place. 
Where  Jesus  show'd  his  smiling  face. 

4  O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind  ! 
How  it  would  cheer  my  wounded  mind ; 
But  duty  makes  me  understand, 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  How  oft  we've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears  ; 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seemed  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 

6  Ye  mourning  souls  in  sad  surprise, 
Jesus  remembers  all  your  cries  ; 

O  trust  his  grace,  and  in  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  197 

7  Dear  fellow  youth  in  christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies  ; 
Fight  on  !  you'll  gain  that  happy  shore 
Where  parting  hands  will  be  no  more. 

8  But  since  it  is  God's  holy  will, 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while ; 
In  sweet  communion,  all  in  one, 
We'll  say  "  Our  Father's  will  be  done." 

9  My  christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
I  hope  in  Christ  you'll  all  be  strong  ; 
And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 

I  hope  we'll  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  I  hope  you'll  all  remember  me. 
If  here  my  face  no  more  you  see ; 
An  int'rest  in  your  prayers  I  crave. 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

11  O  glorious  day,  O  blessed  hope  ! 

My  heart  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  happy,  happy  land, 
i     We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

12  But  with  our  holy,  blessed  Lord, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  with  one  accord  ; 
And  there  we'll  all  with  Jeeus  dwell  : 
So  loving  friends  all,  fare  you  well ! 

HYMN  208.  P.  M. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

J\.    And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving- kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate  : 
His  loving-kindness  O  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  ray  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along: 

His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood: 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good  ! 


198  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powe.rs  must  fail ; 
O !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  Dright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise. 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  209.  P.  M. 
For  foor  labouring  Christians. 

1  Tl/TY  heart  and  my  tongue  shall  unite  in  the 
ItA        praise 

Of  Jesus  my  Saviour  for  mercy  and  grace ; 

He  purchased  my  pardon  by  shedding  his  blood,  I 

And  bids  me  inherit  the  peace  of  my  God. 

2  My  lot  may  be  lowly,  my  parentage  mean. 
Yet  born  of  my  God  there  are  glories  unseen, 
Surpassing  all  joys  among  sinners  on  earth. 
Prepared  for  souls  of  a  heavenly  birth. 

3  Redeemed  from  a  thousand  allurements  to  sin, 
J  find  in  my  cottage  my  heaven  begin  ; 

And  soon  shall  I  lay  all  my  poverty  by, 
Then  mansions  of  glory  for  ever  enjoy. 

4  By  the  sweat  of  my  brow  now  I  labour  for  bread, 
Yet  guarded  by  him  not  an  evil  I  dread  : 

And  while  I'm  possess'd  of  all  riches  in  thee, 
My  poverty  comes  with  a  blessing  to  me. 

5  My  labouring  dress  I  shall  soon  lay  aside. 

For  a  robe  bright  and  splendid,  a  dress  for  a 

bride— 
A  bride  that  is  married  to  Jesus  the  Lamb, 
Shall  be  clad  in  the  robes  which  are  ever  the ' 

same. 

6  If  my  fare  should  be  scant  while  I  travel  below, 
Yet  a  feast  that's  eternal  shall  Jesus  bestow: 


MISCELLANEOUS.  199 

No  porrow,  no  sighing  shall  ever  annoy, 
The  heavenly  banquet  I  there  shall  enjoy. 
7  If  my  labouring  body  goes  weary  to  rest, 
Yet  saved  by  the  mercy  of  Jesus  I'm  blest: 
Fresh  strength  for  my  labour  on  earth  he  be- 
stows, 
And  above  I  shall  bask  in  eternal  repose^ 

HYMN  210.  S.  M.  D. 

1  TJEHOLD  the  prince  of  life 
JD    Nail'd  to  th'  uplifted  wood  ; 

His  temples  twin'd  with  rugged  thorns, 

His  body  bath'd  in  blood  ! 

But  from  this  dreadful  scene 

What  joys  and  glories  rise ! 

For  by  this  cross  shall  sinners  live. 

By  this  ascend  the  skies. 

2  This  cross  a  magnet  prove, 
That  shall  attract  mankind; 
Here  God  appears  supremely  just, 
And  here  supremely  kind. 

When  sceptres,  crowns,  and  thrones 
Melt  in  the  unbounded  flame, 
Heav'n  shall  the  wonders  of  the  cross 
In  endless  praise  proclaim. 

HYMN  211.  P.  M. 

1  £\  LORD,  how  great 's  the  favour, 
"    That  we,  such  sinners  poor. 
Can,  through  thy  death's  sweet  savour. 

Approach  thy  mercy's  door 
And  find  an  open  passage 

Unto  the  throne  of  grace. 
There  wait  the  welcome  message, 

Which  bids  us  go  in  peace ! 

2  Lord  we  are  helpless  creatures, 

Full  of  the  deepest  need, 
Throughout  defiled  by  nature. 

Stupid  and  inly  dead  ; 
Our  strength  is  perfect  weakness, 

And  all  we  have  is  sin  ; 
Our  hearts  are  all  uncleanness, 

A  den  of  thieves  within. 


200  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  In  this  forlorn  condition, 

Who  shall  afford  us  aid  7 
Where  shall  we  find  compassion, 

But  in  the  church's  head? 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  pity. 

Oh !  take  us  to  thine  arras, 
And  exercise  thy  mercy. 

To  save  us  from  all  harms. 

4  We'll  never  cease  repeating 

Our  numberless  complaints, 
But  ever  be  entreating 

Th?  glorious  King  of  saints; 
Till  we  attain  the  image 

Of  him  we  inly  love, 
And  pay  our  grateful  homage 

With  all  the  saints  above. 

5  Then  we,  with  all  in  glory, 

Shall  thankfully  relate 
Th'  amazing,  pleasing  story, 

Of  Jesu's  love  so  great : 
In  this  blest  contemplation, 

We  shall  for  ever  dwell. 
And  prove  such  consolation 

As  none  below  can  tell. 

HYMN  212.  P.  M. 

1  ^  MY  Lord !  I've  often  mused 
vJ'    On  thy  wond'rous  love  to  me ; 
How  I  have  the  same  abused, 

Slighted,  disregarded  thee! 
To  thy  church  and  thee  a  stranger. 

Pleased  with  what  displeased  thee ; 
Lost,  yet  could  perceive  no  danger ; 

Wounded,  yet  no  wound  could  see. 

2  But  unwearied  thou  pursu'dst  me ; 

Still  thy  calls  repeated  came, 
Till  on  Calvary's  mount  I  view'd  thee, 

Bearing  my  reproach  and  blame: 
Then  o'erwhelmed  with  shame  and  sorrow. 

Whilst  I  view  each  pierced  limb. 
Tears  bedew  the  scourge's  furrow. 

Mingling  with  the  purple  stream. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  201 

i   3  I  no  more  at  Mary  wonder, 

Dropping  tears  upon  the  grave; 
Earnest  asking  all  around  her, 

Where  is  he  who  died  to  save  ? 
Dying  love  her  heart  attracted  : 

Soon  she  felt  his  rising  power; 
He,  who  Mary  thus  affected. 
Bids  his  mourners  weep  no  more. 

HYMN213.  L.  M. 

1  f^  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
VJf  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light: 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  king  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
T,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose  ! 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eye-lids  close ; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rouse  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  O  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day. 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away. 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing. 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King ! 

HYMN  214.  P.  M. 
Save,  Lord !  or  we  perish. 

1  ■flJHEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest 

f  f    is  streaming. 
When  o'er  the  dark  waves  the  red  lightning  is 

gleaming. 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seamen  to  cherish. 
We  fly  to  our  Maker ;  "  Save,  Lord!  or  we  perish." 

2  O  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Arous'd  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy  pillow. 


202  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish. 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "Save,  Lord!  or  we 
perish." 
3  And  O !  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging, 
When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  wild    warfare   is 

waging, 
Then  send   down  thy  Spirit   thy  ransom'd    to 

cherish, 
Rebuke  the  destroyer:  "  Save,  Lord !  or  we  perish.'* 
HYMN  215.  P.  M. 
A  compassionate  High  Priest. 

1  TfTHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 

f  T    And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  {qw^ 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienc'd  ev'ry  human  pain  ; 
He  feels  my  grief,  and  sees  my  fears. 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do  ; 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  pow'r. 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 

3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismay'd,  my  spirit  dies: 
Then  he,  who  once  vouchsaf'd  to  bear 
The  sick'ning  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  And,  oh !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  ev'ry  conflict  but  the  last. 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death— for  thou  hast  died: 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

HYMN  216.  C.  M. 
For  Children. 
t  rilHE  children's  angels  always  view, 
X    Their  heavenly  Father's  face ; 
His  joyful  messengers  and  true, 
In  providence  and  grace :— 


MISCELLANEOUS.  203 

2  To  guard  our  feeble  steps :  to  keep 

From  harm  our  living  breath  : 
Watch  o'er  our  senses  while  we  sleep, 
And  waft  us  home  in  death. 

3  But  not  to  angels'  care  alone, 

Poor  children  are  consign'd 
To  God  Himself  our  wants  are  known, 
The  Lord  to  us  is  kind. 

4  Yes ;— every  comfort  here  below. 

And  every  hope  above ; 
All  that  we  have  and  are,  we  owe 
To  his  unfailing  love. 

5  Then  let  us  act  as  in  his  sight, 

And  on  our  humble  way. 
Walk  in  the  liberty  of  light. 
As  children  of  the  day. 

6  Young  though  we  be,  and  in  the  prime 

Of  life's  unfolding  powers, 
Of  all  the  moments  of  our  time. 
This,  only  this,  is  ours. 

7  We  seize  it,  Lord,  before  'tis  past; 

We  yield  ourselves  to  thee ; 
Thine  be  our  earliest  years,  our  last. 
And  our  eternity. 

HYMN  217.  L.  M. 

1  I^OME,  christian  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
KJ  Join  every  voice  and  every  heart ; 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 

One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more ; 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore ; 

And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain. 
Dear  bretluren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

HYMN  218.  C.  M. 

1  T  ORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
JLj  And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace. 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweelt, 

We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 

That  we  must  part  again, 


204  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 

With  every  soul  remain. 
3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne, 

Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

HYMN  219.  P.  M. 
Tlie  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

1  f^  HRIST  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Vy  Christ  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night: 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near ; 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless,  is  the  morn, 

Unaccompanied  by  thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return. 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 
Till  the  inward  light  impart. 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit  then,  this  soul  of  mine. 

Pierce  this  soul  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me.  Radiancy  Divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

HYMN  220.  C.  M. 
Preaching  the  Gospel. 

1  1JS0RTH  in  thy  strength,  O  Lord,  I  go, 
Jj    Thy  gospel  to  proclaim, 

Thine  only  righteousness  to  show, 
And  glorify  thy  name. 

2  Ordained  I  am,  and  sent  by  thee, 

As  by  the  Father  thou ; 
And  lo!  thou  always  art  with  me— 
[  plead  thy  promised  vow. 

3  O  give  me  now  to  speak  thy  word 

In  this  appointed  hour! 
Attend  it  with  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
And  let  it  come  with  power. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  205 

4  Open  the  hearts  of  all  that  hear, 

To  make  their  Saviour  rn:>m. 
Now  let  them  tind  rederop   on  iiear, 
Let  faith  by  hearing  cDfp.:. 

5  Give  them  to  hear  the  woru  as  thine, 

And,  while  they  this  receive^. 
Prove  it  the  saving  power  divine 
To  sinners  that  believe. 

HYMN  221.  P.  M. 

1  X^AUGHTER  of  Zion !  awake  from  thy  sad- 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  Day-star  of  glad- 
ness; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes;  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 
And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier  far: 
They  fled  like  the  chatf  from  the  scourgjjt  that 

pursued  them: 
How  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 

of 'war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion !  the  power  that  hath  saved 

thee, 
Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  shall  be  : 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd  thee, 
The  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is  free. 

HYMN  222.  P.  M. 
In  deep  Ajjliction. 

1  "OULL  of  trembling  expectation, 

JL    Feeling  much,  and  doubting  more, 
Mighty  God  of  my  salvation 

I  thy  timely  aid  implore. 
SufTring  Son  of  man  be  near  me. 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain  ; 
By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 

By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  thy  days  of  flesh  below, 
When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish. 
Under  a  whole  world  of  woe ; 


206  MISCELLANEOUS. 

When  thou  didst  our  cause  inherit. 
Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 

Burden'd  witli  a  wounded  spirit, 
Bruised  with  all  the  wrath  of  God 

3  By  thy  most  severe  temptation, 

In  that  dark,  satanic  hour; 
By  thy  last  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  fromthe  adverse  power : 
By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  the  bloody  sweat,  I  pray. 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

4  By  the  travail  of  thy  spirit,  ; 

By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  thine  agonizing  merit, 

In  thy  pangs  remember  me ! 
By  thy  death  I  thee  conjure, 

A  weak,  dying  soul  befriend , 
Make  me  patient  to  endure, 

4|lke  me  faithful  to  the  end. 

HYMN  223.  P.  M. 

For  Faith  in  God. 

1  /^  IVE  me  the  faith  which  can  remove 
O"  And  sink  the  mountain  to  a  plain  ; 
Give  me  the  child-like  praying  love, 

Which  longs  to  build  thy  house  again. 
Thy  love,  let  it  my  heart  o'erpower, 
And  all  my  simple  soul  devour ! 

2  I  would  the  precious  time  redeem, 

And  longer  live  for  this  alone, 
To  spend  and  to  be  spent,  for  them 

Who  have  not  yet  my  Saviour  known  \ 
Fully  on  these  my  mission  prove, 
And  only  breathe,  to  breathe  thy  love. 

3  My  talents,  gifts,  and  graces.  Lord, 

Into  thy  blessed  hands  receive. 
And  let  me  live  to  preach  thy  word, 

And  let  me  to  thy  glory  live  ; 
My  every  sacred  moment  spend. 
In  publishing  the  sinner's  friend. 


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4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  my  heart, 

With  boundless  charity  divine  : 
So  shall  I  all  my  strength  exert. 

And  love  them  with  a  zeal  like  thine ; 
And  lead  them  to  thy  open  side 
The  sheep  for  whom  the  shepherd  died. 

HYMN  224.  L:  M. 
The  Mariner's  Prayer. 

1  T*  ORD  of  the  wide  extended  main, 

jlJ  Whose  power  the  winds  and  seas  controls, 
Whose  hand  doth  earth  and  heaven  sustaiiii. 
Whose  spirit  leads  believing  souls. 

2  For  thee  we  leave  our  native  shore, 

(We,  whom  thy  love  delights  to  keep,) 
In  other  worlds  thy  works  explore, 
And  see  thy  wonders  in  the  deep. 

3  'Tis  here  thine  unknown  paths  we  trace, 

Which  dark  to  human  eye  appear; 
.  While  through  the  mighty  waves  we  pass, 
Faith  only  sees  that  God  is  here. 

4  Throughout  the  deep  thy  footsteps  shine ;, 

We  own  thy  way  is  in  the  sea,  ^'i* 

O'erawed  by  majesty  divine, 
And  lost  in  thy  immensity  ! 

5  Thy  wisdom  here  we  learn  t'  adore. 

Thine  everlasting  truth  we  prove  r 
Amazing  height  of  boundless  power; 
Unfathomable  depth  of  love. 

6  Infinite  God,  thy  greatness  spanned. 

These  heavens,  and  meted  out  the  skies ; 
Lo !  in  the  hollow  of  thine  hand, 
The  measured  waters  sink  and  rise^ 

7  Thee  to  perfection  who  can  tell? 

Earth,  and  her  sons  beneath  thee  lie, 
Lighter  than  dust  within  thy  scale, 
And  less  than  nothing  in  thine  eye. 

8  Yet  in  thy  Son,  divinely  great. 

We  claim  thy  providential  care ; 
Boldly  we  stand  before  thy  seat — 
Our  advocate  has  placed  us  there. 


208  MISCELLANEOUS. 

9  With  Him  we  are  gone  up  on  high, 

Since  he  is  ours,  and  we  are  his  ; 

With  Him  we  reign  above  the  sky. 

Yet  walk  upon  our  subject  seas. 

10  We  boast  of  our  recover'd  powers; 

Lords  are  we  of  the  lands,  and  floods ; 
And  earth,  and  heaven,  and  all  is  ours, 
And  we  are  Christ's,  and  Christ  is  God's. 

HYMN  225.  L.  M. 
The  Mariner's  Song  of  Deliverance. 

1  fi  LORY  to  thee,  whose  powerful  word» 
O"  Bids  the  tempestuous  winds  arise — 
Glory  to  thee,  the  sovereign  Lord 

Of  air,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies! 

2  Let  air,  and  earth,  and  skies  obey. 

And  seas  thine  awful  will  perform ; 
From  them  we  learn  to  own  thy  sway. 
And  shout  to  meet  the  gathering  storm. 

3  What  though  the  floods  lift  up  their  voice, 

Thou  hearest,  Lord,  our  louder  cry  ; 
Theycannot  damp  thy  children's  joys. 
Or  shake  thy  soul,  when  God  is  nigh. 

4  Headlong  w^e  cleave  the  yawning  deep. 

And  back  to  highest  heaven  are  borne. 
Unmoved,  though  rapid  whirlwinds  sweep; 
And  all  the  watery  world  upturn. 

5  Roar  on,  ye  waves,  our  souls  defy 

Your  roaring  to  disturb  our  rest, 

In  vain  to  impair  the  calm  ye  try — 

The  calm  in  a  believer's  breast. 

6  Rage,  while  our  faith  the  Saviour  tries, 

Thou  sea,  the  servant  of  his  will : 
Rise,  while  our  God  permits  thee,  rise  ; 
But  fall  when  He  shall  say,  Be  still! 


HYMN  226.  L.  M. 

OW  dreadful  is  the  sinner's  fate, 
Who  wakes  to  sleep  no  more, 
Who  knocks  and  calls,  alas,  too  late. 
When  death  hath  shut  the  doorl 


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2  But  we  who  now  thy  grace  implore, 
Shall  now  admitted  be, 
For  if  thy  justice  shut  the  door, 
Thy  mercy  keeps  the  key. 

HYMN  227.  P.  M. 
The  Dcceitfulness  of  the  Heart. 

1  TTOW  often,  Lord,  have  I  believed 
JOL  Myself  instead  of  Thee; 

Ten  thousand,  thousand  times  deceived 

By  my  credulity! 
In  every  victory  of  ^race 

I  thought  the  conflict  o'er ; 
So  strong  my  hill  of  holiness, 

I  can  be  moved  no  more. 

2  But  O,  how  desperately  proud 

My  wretched  heart  unknown, 
Which  told  me,  "  I  am  filled  with  God, 

And  all  the  work  is  done !" 
It  whispered,  "  I  am  saved  from  sin, 

And  need  no  further  care, 
If  now  I  feel  it  not  within, 

It  is  no  longer  there." 

3  Yet  surely,  Lord,  I  may  expect 

Thy  promises  fulfill'd. 
Thine  image  stamp'd  on  thine  elect, 

Thy  truth  and  mercy  sealed ; 
The  will,  in  that  appointed  day, 

Thy  spirits  might  employ, 
Thrust  out  the  foe,  its  relics  slay. 

And  finally  destroy. 

4  The  sanctifying  word  is  sure ; 

Thy  word  concerning  me, 
Shall  make  me  free  indeed,  and  pure, 

From  all  iniquity. 
Then  shall  my  heart  no  more  deceive, 

While  by  my  Saviour  known ; 
Whate'er  I  am,  to  thee  I  leave, 

And  trust  to  thee  alone. 
O 


210  MISCELLANEOUS. 


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HYMN  228.  C.  M. 
Hope  in  the  End. 
TAKE  thee  at  thy  gracious  word; 


Let  it  accomplished  be. 
According  to  thy  promise,  Lord, 
In  death  remember  me ; 
2  O  seal  it— seal  it  on  my  heart 
And  when  I  life  resign, 
My  hope,  if  in  the  end  thou  art. 
Thou  art  for  ever  mine. 

HYMN  229.  P.  M. 
For  domestic  Worship. 

1  T>EACE  be  to  this  habitation  ; 
JT  Peace  to  all  that  dwell  therein ; 
Peace,  the  earnest  of  salvation ; 

Peace,  the  fruit  of  pardoned  sin  ; 
Peace,  that  speaks  the  heavenly  Giver, 

Peace  to  worldlv  minds  unknown  ; 
Peace  divine,  that  lasts  for  ever. 

Peace,  that  comes  from  God  alone. 

2  Jesus,  Prince  of  Peace,  be  near  us, 

Fix  in  all  our  hearts  thy  home ; 
With  thy  gracious  spirit  cheer  us, 

Let  thy  sacred  kingdom  come ; 
Raise  to  heaven  our  expectation, 

Give  our  favoured  souls  to  prove 
Glorious  and  complete  salvation, 

In  the  realms  of  bliss  above. 

HYMN  230.  P.  M. 
Ood  Unsearchable, 
1  QHALL  foolish,  weak,  short-sighted  man 
O  Beyond  archangels  go, 
The  great  Almighty  God  explain, 

Or  to  perfection  know  ? 
His  attributes  divinely  soar, 
Above  the  creature's  sight. 
And  prostrate  seraphim  adore 
The  glorious  Infinite. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  211 

2  Jehovah's  everlasting  days, 

They  cannot  numbered  be; 
Incomprehensible  the  space 

Of  thine  immensity: 
Thy  wisdom's  depths  by  reason's  line 

In  vain  we  strive  to  sound, 
Or  stretch  our  labouring  thought  t'  assign, 

Omnipotence  a  bound. 

3  The  brightness  of  thy  glory  leaves 

Description  far  below; 
Nor  man,  nor  a-ngel's  heart  conceives 

How  deep  thy  mercies  flow : 
Thy  love  is  most  unsearchable, 

And  dazzles  all  above  ; 
They  gaze,  but  cannot  count  or  tell, 

The  treasures  of  thy  love ! 

HYMN  231.  S.  M. 

The  Fall. 
HE  saw;  she  took ;  she  ate ; 
Death  entered  by  the  eye : 
And  parlying,  in  a  tempted  state, 
We  lust,  consent,  and  die. 

2  But  all  mankind,  restored. 

Their  Eden  may  retrieve : 
And,  lo!  by  faith  we  see  our  Lord 
We  touch,  and  taste,  and  live ! 

3  Jesus,  thou  art  a  tree 

That  makes  the  foolish  wise. 
And  safely  we  may  feed  on  thee, 
And  feast  both  heart  and  eyes. 

4  Wisdom  divine  thou  art. 

Received  through  faith  alone ; 
And  when  thou  dost  thyself  impart, 
We  know  as  we  are  known. 

HYMN  232.  P.  M. 
Pleasure-takers  warned. 
TAY,  thou  too  happy  sinner,  stay, 
'  Smootl^-gliding  down  the  flowery  way, 
The  broad  frecjiuented  road ; 


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212  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Gay  wretch,  that  dost  in  pleasure  live 
And  all  thy  joy  from  earth  receive, 

Thy  soul  is  dead  to  God. 
2  When  death  doth  soul  and  body  part, 
If  dead  to  God,  even  then  thou  art, 

Excluded  from  the  skies ; 
Shut  up  in  darkness  palpable, 
And  justly  left  to  its  own  hell, 

Thy  soul  for  ever  dies. 

HYMN  233.  P.  M. 
Late  Repentance. 

1  rpiHE  harvest  of  my  joys  is  past, 

I-    The  summer  of  my  comforts  fled, 
Yet  I  am  unredeemed  at  last, 

And  sinlc  unsaved  among  the  dead, 
If  on  the  margin  of  the  grave, 
Thou  canst  not  in  a  moment  save. 

2  Destroy  me  not  by  thy  delay  ; 

Delay  is  endless  death  to  me : 
But  the  last  moment  of  my  day. 

Is  as  a  thousand  years  to  thee 
Come,  Jesus,  while  my  head  I  bow, 
And  show  me  thy  salvation  now  I 

HYMN  234.  C.  M.  D. 
Self-deceivers. 

1  rilHE  men  who  slight  thy  faithful  word 
X    In  their  own  lies  confide — 

These  are  the  temple  of  the  Lord, 

And  heathen  all  beside. 
The  temple  of  the  Lord  are  these^ 

The  only  church  and  true, 
Who  live  in  pomp,  and  wealth,  and  ease. 

And  Jesus  never  knew. 

2  The  temple  of  the  Lord— they  pull 

Thy  living  temples  down. 
And  cast  out  every  gracious  soul, 

That  trembles  at  thy  frown  : 
The  church— they  from  their  pale  expel, 

Whom  thou  hast  here  forgiven  : 
And  all  the  synagogue  of  hell 

Are  the  sole  heirs  of  heaven. 


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3  O  woul'dst  thou,  Lord,  reveal  their  sins, 

And  turn  their  joy  to  grief. 
The  world,  the  Christian  world,  convince 

Of  damning  unbelief; 
The  formalists  confound,  convert, 

And  to  thy  people  join. 
And  break  and  fill  the  broken  heart, 

With  confidence  divine ! 

HYMN  235.  C.  M. 
The  Communion  of  Saints. 

1  rpHE  saints  on  earth  and  those  above 

X    But  one  communion  make, 
Join'd  to  their  Lord  in  bonds  of  love, 
All  of  his  grace  partake. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath. 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

At  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  stream  has  crossed  the  flood. 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  Lo !  thousands  to  their  endless  home 

Are  swiftly  borne  away  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  must  launch  as  they. 

5  Lord  Jesus !  be  our  constant  guide ! 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 
HYMN  236.  L.  M. 
It  is  appointed  unto  all  men  once  to  die, 

1  fTHHE  sentence  passed  on  Adam's  race, 
X    I  meekly  to  myself  receive, 

And  thank  thee  for  the  warning  grace, 
That  here  I  have  not  long  to  live. 

2  I  hasten  to  my  real  home ; 

For  no  reprieve  nor  respite  cry; 
But  when  the  fatal  hour  is  come, 
My  only  business  be,  to  die. 


214  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  237.  L.  M. 

J^ight. 

1  nnHEE  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
-I.    Do  I  not,  Lord,  remember  still, 
And  meditate,  with  calm  delight. 

On  the  dear  counsels  of  thy  will  ? 

2  Thy  will  is  my  perfection  here  ; 

And  sighs  for  this  my  whole  desire ; 
T'  attain  thy  heavenly  character. 
And  spotless  in  thy  arms  expire. 

HYMN  238.  C.  M. 
Before  a  Journey. 

1  "TIORTH  at  thy  call,  oh  Lord,  I  go, 
J?    Thy  counsel  to  fulfil ; 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below 
Father,  to  do  thy  will. 

2  To  do  thy  will  while  here  I  make 

My  short  unfix'd  abode ; 
An  everlasting  home  I  seek, 
A  city  built  by  God. 

3  0,  when  shall  I  my  Canaan  gain. 

The  land  of  promised  ease. 
And  leave  the  world  of  sin  and  pain, 
This  howling  wilderness! 

4  Come  to  my  help,  come  quickly,  Lord, 

For  whom  alone  I  sigh  ; 
O  let  me  hear  the  gracious  word, 
And  get  me  up,  and  die. 

HYMN  239.  C.  M. 

On  a  Journey. 

SAVIOUR,  who  ready  art  to  hear. 
Readier  than  I  to  pray. 
Answer  my  scarcely  uttered  prayer. 
And  meet  me  on  the  way. 

HYMN  240.  C.  M. 
After  a  Journey. 
X  rilHOU,  Lord,  hast  blessed  my  going  out, 
JL    O  bless  my  coming  in ! 


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Compass  my  weakness  round  about. 
And  keep  me  safe  from  sin. 

2  Still  hide  me  in  thy  secret  place, 

Thy  tabernacle  spread ; 
Shelter  me  with  preserving  grace. 
And  guard  my  naked  head. 

3  To  thee  for  refuge  may  I  run, 

From  sin's  alluring  snare, 
Ready  its  first  approach  to  shun, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4  O  that  I  never,  never  more 

Might  from  thy  ways  depart ! 
Here  let  me  give  my  wanderings  o'er 
By  giving  thee  my  heart. 

5  Fix  my  new  heart  on  things  above. 

And  then  from  strife  release  : 
I  ask  not  life ;  but  let  me  love. 
And  lay  me  down  in  peace. 

HYMN  241.  C.  M. 
The  sorrowful  Pilgrim, 

1  rilHE  wretched  man  of  sorrow, 

X    Whose  eyes  all  day  o'erflow, 
Indulge  thy  grief  and  borrow 

The  night  for  farther  woe : 
In  ceaseless  lamentation, 

Thy  solemn  moments  spend. 
And  groan  thy  expectation, 

That  pain,  with  life,  shall  end. 

2  My  comforts  are  all  blasted, 

My  comforter  is  gone ; 
The  joy  which  once  I  tasted, 

0  that  I  ne'er  had  known ! 

The  gourd,  which  soothed  my  anguish, 

Is  withered  o'er  my  head. 
And  faint  with  grief,  I  languish 

To  sink  among  the  dead. 

3  From  all  I  suffer  here, 

If  God  my  sins  forgive. 
From  all  I  feel,  and  fear, 

1  there,  redeemed,  shall  live : 


216  MISCELLANEOUS.  | 

No  serpent  to  deceive  me, 

No  sin  to  stain  my  thought. 

No  loss,  or  wrong  to  grieve  me, 

Where  all  things  are  forgot. 

4  No  heart-distracting  passion 

Is  there  to  break  my  peace ; 
But  joy  without  cessation, 

And  love  without  excess : 
Of  Paradise  secure, 

I  shall  no  longer  mourn ; 
Tlie  bliss  is  full  and  sure, 

The  rose  without  a  thorn-  ;, 

5  In  hope  of  that  salvation, 

I  feel  a  moment's  rest : 
The  calm  of  expectation 

Has  stole  into  my  breast ; 
I  weep  at  rescue  near, 

I  struggle  to  be  gone, 
And  joy  is  in  the  tear. 

And  God  is  in  the  groan. 

HYMN  242.  P.  M. 

1  IT  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not 
M.  thy  heart, 

Lest  the  gift  ensnare  thee  from  thy  God  to  part  * 
His  favour  seek,  his  praises  speak, 

Fix  here  thy  hope's  foundation ; 
Serve  him,  and  he  will  ever  be 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

2  If  distress  befal  thee,  painful  though  it  be. 
Let  not  grief  appal  thee  ;  to  thy  Saviour  flee  : 

He,  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will  hear, 

And  calm  thy  perturbation  : 
The  waves  of  wo  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

3  When  earth's  prospects  fail  thee,  let  it  not  dis- 

tress. 
Better  comforts  with  thee;  Christ  will  freely 

bless  ; 
To  Jesus  flee,  thy  prop  he'll  be, 

Thy  heavenly  consolation : 
For  griefs  below  cannot  o'erthrow 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 


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4  Dangers  may  approach  thee,  let  them  not  alarm, 
Christ  will  ever  watch  thee,  and  protect  from 

harm, 
He  near  thee  stands  with  mighty  hands, 

To  ward  off  each  temptation  : 
To  Jesus  fly,  he  's  ever  nigh. 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

5  Let  not  death  alarm  thee,  shrink  not  from  his 

blow. 
For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee,  and  victory  bestow. 
For  death  shall  bring  to  thee  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  desolation  : 
'Tis  gain  to  die  with  Jesus  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

HYMN  243.  C.  M.  D. 

1  rpO  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

JL      With  glory  in  his  view  ; 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes. 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ; 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around. 

And  loath  to  let  him  go  ; 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below! 

2  Oh  Christians !  are  you  ready  now 

To  cross  the  swelling  flood  ? 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  your  smiling  God : 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attract  my  soul  above  ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 

3  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there ; 
Although  we  tread  enchanted  ground. 

Be  bold,  and  never  fear  : 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  valiant  souls, 

(Your  Captain  is  in  view ;) 
And  when  I  gain  fair  Canaan's  land, 

I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 

4  Salvation  through  our  conqu'ring  King» 

Now  let  the  echo  fly; 


218  MISCELLANEOUS. 

While  they  repeat  the  song  above, 

Through  armies  in  the  sky. 
Oh  Christians !  help  me  praise  the  Lamb, 

Who  died  for  you  and  me ! 
We'll  sing  his  praises  as  we  go, 

And  shout  eternally. 

5  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Until  we  meet  again, 
Perhaps  in  time,  or  as  we  rise 

Above  the  fiery  main ; 
We'll  join  the  heavenly  armies  bright, 

In  presence  of  the  Lamb, 
And  tune  our  harps  and  sing  free  grace, 

In  love's  eternal  flame, 

HYMN  244.  L.  M. 

1  TITHEN  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see, 

V  T      Bleeding  to  death  for  wretched  me, 
Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transform'd  to  love, 

2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my  heart ; 
In  every  groan  I  bear  a  part ; 

I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes ; 
But  see !  he  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wounded,  and  dead,  and  bathed  in  blood ! 
Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near  ; 

The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains ; 

I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains : 
Only  the  Fountain  Head  above 
Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 

5  Oh  that  I  thus  could  always  feel! 
Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal ; 
Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim. 
The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  name. 

6  Thy  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear ; 
Affords  a  balm  for  every  wound, 

And  Satan  trembles  at  the  sound 


MISCELLANEOUS.  219 

HYMN  245.  P.  M. 

1  "DBOTHER,  thou  art  before  us  gone,  and  thy 
Mj  saintly  soul  is  flown, 

Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye,  and  sor- 
row is  unknown  ; 

From  the  burden  of  the  flesh,  and  from  care  and 
fear  releas'd, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 
weary  are  at  rest. 

2  The  toilsome  way  thou'st  travell'd  o'er,  and 

borne  the  heav'y  load. 
But  Christ  has  taught  thy  languid  feet  to  reach 

his  West  abode ; 
Thou'rt  sleeping  now,  like  Lazarus,  upon  his 

Father's  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 

weary  are  at  rest. 

3  Sin  can  never  taint  thee  now,  nor  doubt  thy  faith 

assail, 
Nor  thy  meek  trust  in  Jesus  Christ,  and  the  Holy 

Spirit  fail ; 
And  there  thou'rt  sure  to  meet  the  good,  whom 

on  earth  thou  loved'st  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 

weary  are  at  rest. 

4  "Earth  to  earth,"    and  "dust  to  dust,"    the 

solemn  priest  hath  said, 
So  we  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now,  and  seal 

thy  narrow  bed : 
But  thy  spirit,  brother,  soars  away  among  the 

faithful  blest. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 

weary  ^re  at  rest. 

5  And  when  the  L6rd%hall  summon  us,  whom 

thou  hast  left  Ifehind, 

May  we,  untainted  by  the  world,  as  sure  a  wel- 
come find ; 

May  each,  like  thee,  depart  in  peace,  to  be  a 
glorious  guest. 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 
weary  are  at  rest. 


220  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  246.  L.  M. 

THE  schools  of  scribes,  and  courts  of  kings, 
The  learned  and  great  he  passes  by, 
Chooses  the  weak  and  foolish  things, 

His  truth  and  grace  to  testify : 
Plain  simple  men,  his  call  endues 

With  power  and  wisdom  from  above  ] 
And  such  he  still  vouchsafes  to  use. 
Who  nothing  know  but  Jesu's  iove. 

HYMN247.  P.M. 

1  rpHE  great  God  of  love,  now  hath  shined  firom 

JL  above, 

And  hath  taught  us  the  Impartial  Song  ; 
The  Spirit  is  come  and  the  work  is  begun. 
And  we  all  are  united  in  one. 

2  Salvation  we  see,  for  all  nations  is  free, 
The  members  of  Christ  are  all  one  ? 

We'll  march  uniform,~without  fear  face  the 

storm. 
Ever  singing  the  Impartial  Song. 

3  Thus  joined  in  one,  the  good  race  we  will  run. 
Pressing  onward  in  faith,  without  fear  ; 
Such  objects  pursue,  as  the  world  never  knew. 
And  never  will  till  the  gospel  they  hear. 

4  The  Spirit  of  God  now  hath  taught  us  theroad^ : 
And  the  comforter  leads  us  along ;  | 
The  book  is  unseal'd,  Judah's  Lion  takes  the  field,  ! 
And  inspires  with  the  Impartial  Song. 

5  We'll  mount  on  the  wing,  and  with  ardour  we'll 

Halleftijahs  to  God  and  the  Lamb  ; 

With  rapture  we'll   sgund,    o'er   Immanuel's 

ground,  0 

What  a  precious  Redeemer  hath  done. 

6  O  glorious  days!  when  in  raptures  of  praise, 
Join'd  with  seraphs  in  mansions  above, 
Free  grace  we  shall  sound,  through  eternity's 

round, 
And  our  union  still  heighten  in  lovft 


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7  Then  let  us  be  true,  and  our  journey  pursue, 
Toward  heaven,  our  glorious  home  ; 
Still  rul'd  by  the  word,  Christ  has  left  on  record, 
Singing  glory  to  Jesus.— Amen. 

HYMN  248.  L.  M. 

1  TTTHEN  swelling  Jordan  o'er  us  rolls, 

*  »      Should  Christ  his  lovely  presence  hide, 
Will  it  not  overwhelm  our  souls, 
Before  we  reach  the  Canaan  side  ? 

2  Who  knows  how  deep  the  flood  may  be, 

When  we  our  awful  summons  hear ; 
Or  what  dark  prospect  we  may  see, 
When  his  black  banners  death  shall  rear? 

3  Well,  should  the  tyrant  death  display 

His  fiercest  form  when  we  pass  o'er, 
Our  skilful  guide  knows  all  the  way, 
JFrom  Jordan's  brink,  to  Canaan's  shore. 

4  Yes,  the  Redeemer  once  was  dead ! 

And,  when  he  pass'd  the  gloomy  grave, 

Death's  blackest  waves  roll'd  o'er^his  head,  ■ 

That  we  might  know  his  power  to  save. 

5  Jesus  has  conquered  death  for  us, 

When  his  dark  mansions  he  pass'd  through  ; 
He  to  a  blessing  turn'd  the  curse. 
And  we  shall  triumph  o'er  him  too. 


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HYMN  249.  P.  M. 
AIL,  happy  believer  in  Jesus ! 


Tho'  all  things  around  thee  may  frown, 
At  present  whatever  thy  case  is. 

This  know,  thou  art  born  to  a  crown  : 
Then  let  not  earth's  trifles  oppress  thee, 

Thy  kingdom's  preparing  above ; 
Be  faithful,  and  Jesus  will  bless  thee. 

With  joys  that  can  never  remove. 
2  O  envy  not  those  who  aspire 

In  splendor  and  honor  to  live ; 
When  their's  is  all  burnt  up  with  fire, 

Thy  portion  will  be  to  receive. 
Hail  happy  believer  in  Jesus ! 

No  longer  for  trifles  now  care ; 


222  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Thy  kingdom  above  never  ceases, 
And  Jesus  will  soon  call  thee  there. 

HYMN  250.  C.  M. 
i  mHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
X    Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins: 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 

And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Wash'd  all  ray  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save. 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepar'd 

(Unworthy  though  I  be,) 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me ! 

7  'Tis  strung,  and  tun'd  for  endless  years, 

And  form'd  by  power  divine ; 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  thine. 

HYMN  25L  P.  M. 

Hallelujah. 
1  TTARK  the  song  of  Jubilee  ; 
XX  Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar. 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea. 

When  it  |)reaks  upon  the  shore; 
Hallelujah !  for  the  Lord, 
God  omnipotent,  shall  reign ; 


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Hallelujah !  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah !— hark !  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies: 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furl'd 

Sheathed  his  sword :  He  speaks— 'tis  done. 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away : 
Then  the  end ;— beneath  his  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall, 
Hallelujah!  Christ  is  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  252.  S.  M. 

The  Church  militant  learning  the  Churck-  trium 
phanfs  Song. 

1  QING  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 
O  Around  the  eternal  throne, 

Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 

2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here ; 

To  day  the  young,  the  old. 
Our  Saviour  and  his  flock,  appear 
One  shepherd  and  one  fold. 

3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await, 

On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng, 
Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate, 
The  church  triumphant's  song. 

4  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Cry  the  redeem'd  above. 
Blessing  and  honour  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love. 

5  Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing. 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
Henceforth,  O  Death!  where  is  thy  sting? 
Thy  victory,  O  Grave  ? 


224  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Then,  hallelujah!  power  and  praise 
To  God  in  Christ  be  given ; 
May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 
Renew  the  strain  in  heaven. 

HYMN  253.  C.  M. 

O  save  me  for  thy  m€rcy''s  sake. 

1  Tl/TERCY  alone  can  meet  my  case; 
JLf  J  For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry : 
Jesus,  Redeemer,  show  thy  face 

In  mercy,  or  I  die. 

2  Save  me— for  none  beside  can  save ; 

At  thy  command  I  tread, 
With  failing  step,  life's  stormy  wave ; — 
The  wave  goes  o'er  my  head. 

3  I  perish,  and  my  doom  were  just ; 

But  wilt  thou  leave  me  ?  No  : 
I  hold  thee  fast,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

4  Still  sure  to  me  thy  promise  stands 

And  ever  must  abide ; 
Behold  it  written  on  thy  hands, 
And  graven  in  thy  side. 

5  To  this,  this  only  will  I  cleave; 

Thy  word  is  all  my  plea ; 
That  word  is  truth,  and  I  believe ; — 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me ! 

HYMN  254.  P.  M. 
The  Image  of  God. 

1  TTIATHER  of  eternal  grace, 
X    Glorify  thyself  in  me ; 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 

May  the  world  thine  image  see. 

2  Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown, 

Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above ; 

Stay  my  heart  on  thee  alone. 

3  Humble,  holy,  all  resign'd 

To  thy  will— thy  will  be  done, 
Give  me  Lord,  the  perfect  mind, 
Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 


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4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 
May  I  tread  the  path  He  trod, 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, 
Rise  with  Him  to  Thee,  my  God. 

HYMN  255.  P.  M. 

1  TTOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 
XI    me. 

In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest. 
Where  glorify'd  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet 
me, 

And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepar'd  for  the  blest ; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind  sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded. 

And  range  with  delight  thro'  the  Edev.  of  Love. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tun'd  celestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terres- 
trial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise; 
The  song  of  redemption  shall  echo  thro'  heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  to  Immanuel  be  given 
AH  glory,  all  honour,  all  might  and  dominion, 

Who  brought  us  thro' grace  to  the  Eden  of  Love. 
\  Hail !  blessed  estate!  Hail  ye  songsters  of  glory  i 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

"  Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus's  love," 
Though  prison'd  inearth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me  when  free'd  from  probation; 

My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  qf  Love. 


I 


HYMN  256.  P.  M. 
LOVE  my  blessed  Saviour, 
I  feel  I'm  in  his  favour, 
And  I  am  his  for  ever, 

If  I  but  faithful  prove  ; 
And  now  I'm  bound  for  Canaan, 
I  feel  my  sins  forgiv'n. 
And  soon  shall  get  to  heaven, 
To  sing  of  his  love. 


226  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Poor  sinners  may  deride  me, 
And  unbelievers  chi  "e  me, 
But  n  thing  shall  divide  me. 

From  Jesus  my  friend  : 
Supported  by  his  power, 
I  long  to  see  the  hour. 
That  bids  niy  spirit  tower. 

And  all  my  troubles  end. 

3  The  pleasing  time  is  hast'ning, 
My  tott'ring  frame  is  wasting. 
While  T'm  engaged  in  praising, 

Impelled  by  his  love. 
When  yonder  shining  orders, 
Who  sing  on  Canaan's  borders. 
Shall  bear  me  to  their  Lord,  there 

To  praise  him  above. 
A  My  thirsty  soul  is  panting, 
Mv  body  ahiiost  fainting, 
While  praise  and  pray'r  are  venting. 

From  my  feeble  tongue. 
How  ardent  my  desirti 
Lord  .Tesus,  raise  me  higher. 
To  join  the  holy  choir, 

In  that  imuiorta!  song, 

5  Farewell,  I'm  bound  for  glory. 
How  pleasing  is  the  story! 
Those  shining  worlds  before  me, 

Invite  me  to  be  gone. 
Had  I  angels'  pinions, 
I'd  rangethe  bright  dominions, 
And  join  the  shining  millions, 

Who're  shouting  round  the  thron«. 

6  The  pleasing  smile  of  Jesus, 
The  rapturous  sound  increases, 
And  tunes  the  heavenly  voices. 

Throughout  the  ethereal  plains. 
My  flesh  and  spirit  failing. 
My  soul  in  transports  hailing, 
Bright  seraphs  in  thv^Jr  dwelling, 

I  sing  immortal  strains. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  227 

HYMN  257.  P.  M. 

1  TESUS,  while  he  dwelt  below, 
%3    As  divine  historians  say, 
To  a  place  would  often  go ; 

Near  to  Kedron's  brook  it  lay ; 
In  this  place  he  lov'd  to  be, 
And  'twas  nam'd  Gethsemane. 

2  Full  of  love  to  man's  lost  race, 

On  this  conflict  much  he  thought ; 
This  he  knew,  the  destin'd  place, 

And  he  lov'd  the  sacred  spot. 
Therefore  'twas  he  lik'd  to  be 
Often  in  Gethsemane. 

3  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 

Vengeance  with  its  iron  rod 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruis'd  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God. 
See,  my  soul,  thy  Saviour  see, 
Grovelling  in  Gethsemane. 

4  There  my  Saviour  bore  my  guilt ; 

This  through  grace  can  be  believ'd ; 
But  the  horrors  which  he  felt, 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceiv'd : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful  dark  Gethsemane. 

5  Sins  against  a  holy  God, 

Sins  against  his  righteous  laws — 
Sins  against  his  loA^e,  his  blood — 

Sins  against  his  name  and  cause — 
Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea, 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane. 

6  Saviour,  all  the  stone  remove 

From  my  flinty,  frozen  heart ; 
Thaw  it  with  the  beams  of  love — 

Pierce  it  with  a  blood-dipt  dart: 
Wound  the  heart  that  wounded  thee  r 
Melt  me  in  Gethsemane. 

HYMN  258.  P.  M. 
1     ¥  AM  on  my  way  to  heaven, 
JL    My  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 
How  thankful,  thankful,  thankful  am  I ; 


228  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Down  from  the  holy  city, 
The  Lord  did  look  in  pity ; 
And  mercy,  mercy,  he  sent  from  the  sky» 

My  burthen  for  to  lighten, 

My  evidence  to  brighten, 
And  to  reveal  his  love  to  me, 

And  thus  my  joys  to  heighten ; 
Should  earth  and  hell  against  me  join, 

My  soul,  they  cannot  frighten. 
For  Jesus,  Jesus,  I  find  him  my  friend. 

2  O!  what  a  loving  Saviour ! 
How  ready  to  show  favour 

To  sinners  like  me,  who  have  stray'd  from  their 
God! 
I,  like  a  wretched  scoffer, 
Refused  every  offer. 
But  still  he  pursued  with  the  cries  of  his  blood. 
The  law  it  did  arrest  me. 
My  nature  did  oppress  me, 
And  all  the  sins  that  I  had  done. 

They  sorely  did  distress  me ; 
But  when  the  good  Physician  came. 
He  heard  my  soul,  and  bless'd  me. 
Then  Jesus,  Jesus,  I  found  was  my  friend. 

3  Not  all  this  world's  gay  pleasure 
Affords  such  lasting  treasure 

As  Jesus's love,  when  we  feel  it  flow; 
Until  our  body's  risen. 
We'll  fear  no  bonds  or  prison. 
For  Jesus  looks  down  and  he  guards  us  below: 

Our  Jesus  he  doth  arm  us. 

His  Spirit  it  doth  warm  us. 
And  if  to  Jesus  we  prove  true, 

No  enemies  can  harm  us : 
Should  death  invade  our  mortal  frame, 

This  never  can  alarm  u  ;, 
For  Jesus,  Jesus,  will  still  be  our  friend. 

4  I'm  happy  now  in  seeing 
So  many  sinners  fleeing 

To  Jesus,  whose  ways  are  all  pleasure  and  peace ; 

Alone  I  shall  not  travel, 

In  spite  of  man  or  devil. 
For  daily  I  see  their  numbers  increase  \ 


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And  Jesus  now  is  pleading, 

His  Spirit  is  interceding, 
His  ministers  are  gone  to  preach, 

His  kingdom  they  are  spreading; 
They  cry  to  all,  both  great  and  small, 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  wedding, 
For  Jesus,  Jesus  is  our  dearest  friend. 

HYMN  259.  P.  M. 

1  QEE  how  the  Scriptures  are  fulfilling ; 
^5  Poor  sinners  are  returning  home: 
The  time  that  prophets  were  fortelling. 

With  signs  and  wonders  now  is  come: 
The  gospel  trumpets  now  are  blowing 

From  sea  to  sea,  from  land  to  land ; 
God's  Holy  Spirit  is  down  pouring. 

And  Christians  joining  heart  and  hand. 

2  Ten  thousand  fall  before  Jehovah, 

For  mercy— mercy !  loud  they  cry  ; 
They  rise  ail  shouting  "  hallelujah!" 

And  "  glory  be  to  God  on  high  :" 
But  many  cry,  "  It's  all  disorder," 

And  disbelieve  God's  holy  word  ; 
Yet  Christians  sing  and  shout  the  louder, 

"  All  glory,  glory  to  the  Lord." 

3  Oh  sinners!  hear  our  invitation! 

You  are  but  feeble,  dying  worms; 
Oh  fly  to  Jesus  for  salvation, 

Or  you  must  meet  God's  awful  storms; 
We  warn  you  in  the  name  of  Jesus, 
•    The  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead; 
But  if  you  still  refuse  to  hear  us. 

Your  blood  shall  be  upon  your  head. 

4  Now  God  is  calling  eVery  nation, 

The  bond  and  free,  the  rich  and  poor; 
These  are  the  days  of  visitation  ; 

Sweet  gospel  grace  will  soon  be  o'er : 
The  Lord  shall  come  all  clothed  in  thunder 

And  lightning  streaming  from  his  eye  ; 
Oh !  then  he'll  cut  his  foes  asunder, 

And  cast  them  where  the  damned  lie. 

5  The  sun,  affrighted  from  his  centre, 

Sinks  into  everlasting  night ; 


230  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  stars  to  shine  now  dare  not  venture, 
The  moon  in  crimson  veils  her  light : 

The  sea  and  land  together  burning. 
The  flames  ascend  the  melting  skies; 

All  nature  now  to  nought's  returning! 
"  Time  is  no  more  !"  the  angel  cries. 

6  Now  Zion,  clothed  in  brilliant  glory, 

Marches  towards  the  dazzling  throne: 
Oh.  hearken  to  the  pleasant  story  ;— 

When  Christ  his  charming  bride  shall  own. 
With  smiling  looks  of  approbation, 

He  takes  her  to  his  loving  arms, 
And  she  is  tilled  with  transportation, 

Dissolved  in  his  heavenly  charms. 

HYMN  2£0.  P.  M. 

1  rriEMPTED,  tossed,  troubled  spirit, 

J_    Dost  thou  groan  beneath  thy  load? 
Fearing  thou  shalt  not  inherit 

In  the  kingdom  of  thy  God  ? 
View  thy  Saviour  on  the  mountain. 

In  temptation's  painful  hour; 
Though  of  grace  himself  the  fountain, 

And  the  Lord  of  boundless  power. 

2  Do  thy  blooming  prospects  languish  ? 

Say'st  thou  still,  "I'm  not  his  child?'* 
View  thy  Saviour's  dreadful  anguish, 

Famisli'd  in  the  gloomy  wild. 
Not  a  step  in  all  thy  journey, 

Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears, 
But  thy  Lord  hath  trod  before  thee. 

And  thy  way  to  glory  clears. 

3  Though  through  seas  of»tribulation 

Jesus  calls  thee  here  to  go. 
He  hath  wrought  thy  great  salvation 

In  far  deeper  seas  of  wo. 
Jesus,  though  by  God  anointed, 

Christ,  the  co-eternal  Son, 
As  by  love  divine  appointed, 

Treads  the  wine-press  all  alone. 

4  Sinks  thy  souWn  waves  of  sorrow  ? 

Pass  o'er  Kedron's  rolling  flood, 


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Witness  there  the  doleful  horror 

Of  the  suffering  Son  of  God. 
There  the  victim,  groanin^:,  weeping, 

Bears  the  wraih  of  God  alone, 
While  his  senseless  followers,  sleeping^ 

Scarce  regard  a  single  groan. 

5  On  the  chilly  ground  extended, 

Lo,  he  takes  the  bitter  cupl 
With  Almighty  vengeance  blended. 

Drinks  the  ureadful  contents  up; 
Now  the  avenging  sword  pursues  him 

Up  to  Calv'ry's  rueged  brow  ; 
There  the  wrath  of  God  doth  bruise  him, 

But  my  soul  escapes  the  blow. 

6  Glory ,^  honour,  power,  and  blessing, 

Be  unto  the  Father  given  ; 
Sing  his  praises  without  ceasing. 

Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 
Glory  be  to  Christ  the  Saviour, 

Who  hath  bought  us  with  his  blood  ; 
Glory  to  the  blessed  Spirit, 

Glory  to  the  mighty  God. 

HYMN  261.  P.  M. 

1  "pREST,  my  soul,  with  future  prospect, 
Mr  Sing  creation's  dismal  end ; 

Long  foretold  by  sacred  prophets,— 

Holy  muse  thy  succour  lend  : 
Say  what  horror,  what  confusion, 

Will  each  sinful  heart  dismay;  / 

What  distresses,  torture,  anguish. 

Reigns  in  that  tremendous  day. 

2  Rumbling  thunder,  forked  lightning, 

Ghastly  glaring  thwart  the  gloom; 
Nature  trembling  to  her  centre. 

Groans  prophetic  of  her  doom  : 
Clifty  rocks,  and  lofty  mountains. 

O'er  their  trembling  bases  rock; 
While  earth  yawns  in  frightful  chasms. 

With  each  strong  repeated  shock. 

3  Seas  with  horrid  palpitations, 
Ravage  round  their  frighted  shores; 


232  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Blust'ring  winds  with  frantic  fury, 
Through  each  ruin'd  fabric  roars : 

The  sun's  bright  orb  is  veil'd  in  sackcloth, 
Stript  of  all  his  sparkling  beams; 

The  moon  has  dropt  her  silver  radiance, 
And  dissolves  in  purple  streams. 

4  Stars,  of  late  divinely  brilliant. 

Studding  night's  Cimmerian  robe; 
Huvl'd  in  darkness  from  their  orbits, 

Each  a  dark  and  ruin'd  globe  : 
Hark!  the  martial  trumpet  sounding, 

Rends  in  twain  the  crystal  sky; 
Vengeance  blazing,  lights  the  concave 

Of  profound  eternity. 

5  See  the  sov'reign  ether  furling. 

Nobler  scenes  salute  my  eyes; 
Heaven  in  solemn  pomp  descending. 

Crimson  banners  dress  the  skies : 
On  the  arched  striped  rainbow, 

Sits  enthroned  the  eternal  God; 
Blyriads  of  celestial  Avarriors, 

ilound  him  wait  his  awful  nod. 

6  Go,  he  ci-ies,  ye  v/inged  heralds, 

Bring  my  saints  from  every  wind  ; 
Those  from  death  my  blood  lias  ransom'd, 

Those  in  life's  fair  volume  penn'd. 
Straight  a  holy  troop  obsequious, 

Swift  as  lightning  skims  along; 
And  from  every  grave  collecting, 

Jesus'  dear  redeemed  throng. 

7  Rous'd  from  tombs  poor  sinners  hasten. 

At  the  lapt  loud  trumpet's  sound  ; 
Round  they  gaze  with  wild  amazement, 

Wond'ring  at  the  scene  profound  : 
Fitl'd  Mith  horror,  dread,  and  anguish. 

Rocks  and  mountains  they  implore, 
To  fall  and  crush  them  out  of  being. 

Wishing  now  to  be  no  more. 

8  Hark  !  the  herald  call3  to  judgment, 

Justice  draws  the  glitt'ring  sword ; 
Lightning  glances  from  his  aspect, 
Thunder  clothes  his  awful  word : 


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Go,  ye  cursed,  fill'd  with  vengeance, 

Not  for  peace  my  name  invoke ; 
You  who  once  refus'd  my  mercy, 

And  my  fury  dar'd  provoke. 

9  Go  to  pits  of  burning  sulphur, 

Ever  banish'd  from  my  rest ; 
Where  the  soul's  eternal  'larum, 

Ceaseless  beats  your  pulsive  breast: 
Each  guilty  soul  then  struck  with  horror. 

And  anguish  throbbing  in  their  breast; 
For  ever  doom'd  to  endless  sorrow, 

Never  more  to  hope  for  rest. 

HYMN  262.  P.  M. 

1  "f^HAT  wondrous  love  is  this,  O!  my  soul!  O! 
7  f      my  soul ! 

What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,  that  caus'd  the  Lord 

of  bliss, 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul,to  my  soul, 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul. 

'2  When  I  was  sinking  down,  &c. 

When  I  was  sinking  down,  &c. 

When  I  was  sinking  down,  beneath  God's  righ- 
teous frown, 

Christ  laid  aside  his  crown,  for  my  soul,  for  my 
soul, 

Christ  laid  aside  his  crown,  for  my  soul! 

3  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  join  his  praise,  &c. 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  &c. 

Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  with  hearts  and  voices 

sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise,  &c. 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise. 

4  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing,  &;c. 
To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing, 

To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  who  is  the  great  I  AM ! 
While  millions  join  the  theme  I  will  sing,  &c. 
While  millions  join  the  theme  I  will  sing. 

5  And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing  on,  &c. 
And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing  on, 


234  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  fiing  and  Joy- 
ful be ; 
And  through  eternity  I'll  sing  on,&c. 
And  through  eternity  I'll  sing  on. 

HYMN  2G3.  P.  M. 

1  "ITT^HEN  souls  are  first  converted, 

»T    They  mount  on  wings  above, 
The  world  thinks  they're  distracted 

Because  they're  fill'd  with  love. 
They  fly  from  every  evil, 

They  trust  in  God  alone. 
They  long  to  get  to  heaven, 

Their  most  desired  home. 

2  The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan, 

xio^ei  them  on  each  hand, 
Bestrew  their  paths  with  evil, 

Debar  them  from  that  land; 
But  J*'sus  still  invites  you, 

Come  follow,  follow  me, 
And  I  will  fight  your  battles 

And  gain  your  liberty. 
O!  why  are  you  dismayed. 

The  Saviour  now  inquires. 
When  we  are  getting  ready. 

And  just  are  going  to  rise  ; 
To  rise  above,  triumphing. 

In  that  bright  world  of  joy. 
Where  all  things  are  provided, 

There's  nothing  to  annoy. 
4  In  hopes  of  that  bright  morning. 

When  all  the  saints  get  home, 
When  we  arrive  at  heaven. 

Our  most  desired  home — 
I'll  try  to  live  a  Christian 

While  here  below  I  stay ; 
I'll  watch  and  I'll  be  sober, 

I'll  watch  and  try  to  pray. 

HYMN  264.  P.  M. 
I    \    FOUNTAIN  in  Jesus  which  runs  always 

x3u      free; 

For  washing  and  cleansing  such  sinners  as  we ; 


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Our  sing,  thoagli  like  crimson,  made  white  as  the 

wool, 
No  lack  in  the  fountain,  but  always  is  full. 

J  All  things  are  now  ready,  he  invites  us  to  come, 
The  supper  is  made  by  the  Father  and  Son ; 
Rich  bounties,  rich  dainties,  here  we  may  receive, 
A  living  for  ever,  if  we  will  believe. 

{  The  ffuests  which  were  bidden,  refused  the  call, 
For  they  were  not  ready  nor  willing  at  all, 
To  be  stripped  of  their  honour  and  part  with 

their  store, 
For  a  feast  that  was  given  and  made  for  the  poor. 

i  If  they  are  not  ready  and  wish  to  delay. 
My  house  shall  be  filled,  the  Father  doth  say: 
The  highways  and  hedges,  the  halt  and  the  blind, 
Shall  come  and  be  welcome,  the  supper  is  mine. 
He  decks  us  with  jewels,  and  rings  of  rich  kind, 
A  garment  not  woven,  but  richly  refin  d  : 
Redeemed  by  Jesus,  made  heirs  with  the  King, 
A  plan  of  the  Father  in  glory  to  sing. 

HYMN  265.  S.  M. 

1  A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
x^L  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r ; 
Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above. 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

^        Ascending  with  our  tongue; 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way. 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 

In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

*'  Ye  blessed  children  come  ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away. 

And  take  his  wanderers  home. 


236  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  266.  P.  M. 
The  Preacher's  Adieu. 

1  A  DTEU,  my  dear  brethren,  adieu, 
./jL  Reluctant  Ijjive  you  my  hand, 
No  more  to  assemble  with  you, 

Till  we  on  mount  Zion  shall  stand. 
My  heart  swells  with  tender  regret, 

To  leave  your  embraces  so  soon, 
Though  heaven  my  course  must  direct, 

And  others  succeed  in  my  room. 

2  Your  acts  of  benevolence  past, 

Your  gentle  compassionate  love, 
Henceforth  in  my  mem'ry  shall  last. 

Though  far  from  your  sight  I  remove. 
While  roving  the  wilds  of  the  west. 

When  through  foreign  regions  I  steer, 
Still  friendship  inspiring  my  breast, 

Shall  then  drop  her  own  native  tear. 

3  Our  labours  will  shortly  subside. 

For  vigour  and  life  must  decay. 
But  wisdom  and  truth  shall  abide, 

To  pilot  our  souls  on  the  way. 
As  time  rolls  his  seasons  around, 

And  truth  shall  new  teachers  inspire, 
O  may  we  in  love  still  abound. 

And  after  new  conquests  aspire. 

4  Our  seasons  of  converse  are  o'er, 

Till  mortal  commotions  are  past, 
Till  nature  and  time  are  no  more, 

Or  we  are  in  Paradise  blest. 
Sweet  comforting  spirit  draw  near. 

And  shed  forth  thy  luminous  rays, 
My  parting  reflections  to  cheer, 

And  change  lamentations  to  praiso. 

5  O  may  we  conform  to  his  will. 

Aspiring  for  glory  and  peace, 
Our  covenant  vows  to  fulfil, 
Till  Jesus  shall  sign  our  release. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  237 

Till  suddenly  wafted  above, 
Where  saints  in  sweet  harmony  meet, 

To  feel  all  the  pleasures  of  love, 
And  each  happy  conqueror  greet. 

HYMN  287.  P.  M 
Sweet  Home. 
L     A  N  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
J\.  I  wander  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures  to 

trace ; 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas!  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  Saviour !  direct  me  to  heaven  my  home. 
}  The  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay: 
But  pleasures  more  lasting,  in  Jesus  are  given» 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home, 
y  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms ; 
At  the  banquet  of  Mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room, 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven  my  home  I 

1  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies,  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne. 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home! 
5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away. 
The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 
Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  for  ever  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home. 

5  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er» 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more ; 


238  MISCELLANEOUS. 

There  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome. 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

HYMN  268.  P.  M. 

1  "ITirHEN  by  sin  overwhelm'd,  shame  covers  our 

We  look  unto  Jesus,  who  saves  us  by  grace; 
We  call  on  his  name,  from  the  gulf  of  despair, 
And  he  plucks  us  from  hell,  in  answer  to  prayer: 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer. 
Be  it  ever  so  feeble,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2  When  trials  afflict  us,  and  sorrows  o'erflow, 
When  patience  is  weary,  or  sunk  into  wo, 
If  to  him  we  look,  on  him  cast  our  care, 
We  find  certain  relief,  in  answer  to  prayer: 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer. 
In  all  our  distresses,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

3  When  God  we  approach,  through  the  Son  of  his 

love, 
Both  his  mercy  and  truth  we  know  we  shall  prove  ; 
For  our  comfort  and  peace,  his  arm  is  made  bare, 
And  his  grace  we  receive,  in  answer  to  prayer: 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

4  Holy  Spirit  of  truth,— 'tis  thine  to  inspire, 
The  faith  that  enkindles  the  spark  of  desire! 
Which  cleanses  the  hearl;  and  perfumes  all  the  air, 
With  the  odour  of  incense,  ascending  from  prayer, 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer, 
Fn  all  acts  of  devotion,  there's  nothing  like  prayer! 

5  When  sickness  assails,  and  to  death  we  draw 

near. 
We'll  face  the  grim  monster,  divested  of  fear, 
In  Jesus's  love,  we  shall  have  a  full  share, 
While  the  flame  is  kept  bright  in  answer  to 

prayer ; 
Prayer,  sweet  prayer, 
Both  in  life  and  in  death  there's  nothing  like 

prayer  1 


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HYMN  269.  P.  M. 
Home. 

1  T¥  OW  sad  are  the  moments  when  wandering 
jtl      from  God, 

And  thorny  and  dark  is  the  dangerous  road, 
^  But  light  is  the  pathway  which  leads  to  the  tomb, 

When  cheer'd  by  the  presence  of  Jesus  my  home. 
Home!  home!  sweet,  sweet,  home. 
When  cheer'd  by  the  presence  of  Jesus  my  home^ 

2  Though  fading  are  joys  which  earth  can  bestow. 
And  false  is  the  light  which  illumes  us  below  ; 
Though  sorrows  like  clouds  hang  around  us  in 

gloom, 
The  beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way  home. 
Home !  home  !  sweet,  sweet,  home, 
The  beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way 
home. 

3  When  the  tempest  of  life  has  sunk  into  repose. 
And  death  shall  the  beauties  of  heaven  disclose^ 
With  all  the  redeemed,  I  o'er  it  will  roam, 
And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus  my  home. 

Home!  home!  sweet,  sweet,  home. 
And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus  my  home. 

HYMN  270.  P.  M. 

Farewell  Hymn. 

1  1?IARE  ye  well,  ye  favourite  few, 
Jj    I  must  bid  you  ail  adieu  ; 
But  the  Lord  is  with  you  still, 
Fear  you  not,  but  fare  you  well. 

2  Fare  ye  well,  ye  little  flock 
Whom  the  world  revile  and  mock; 
Keep  the  way  to  endless  bliss, 
Then  you  cannot  fare  amiss. 

3  Fare  ye  well,  my  Lord's  elect. 

Trials  you  must  all  expect ;  > 

From  the  world  the  flesh  and  hell, 
But  the  faithful  shall  fare  well. 

4  Pare  ye  well,  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wash'd  and  cieans'd  in  Jesus  blood ; 


240  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Strive  in  goodness  to  excel, 
Live  to  God  and  you'll  fare  well. 

5  Fare  ye  well,  ye  pious  band, 
March  ye  on  for  Canaan's  land, 
Tread  on  all  the  powers  of  hell, 
March  in  faith  and  you'll  fare  well. 

6  Fare  ye  well,  brave  soldiers  dear. 
Crowns  of  life  you  all  may  wear; 
Christ  will  al!  your  foes  repel. 
Fight  in  faith  and  you'll  fare  well. 

7  Ye  who  taste  a  Saviour's  love, 
Feel  his  drawings  from  above, 
Still  endeavour  to  excel. 
And  you'll  finally  fare  well. 

8  Fare  ye  well,  poor  sinners  too, 
Jesus  Christ  still  waits  for  you ; 
Now  repent  and  'scape  from  hell, 
Flee  to  Christ  and  you'll  fare  well. 

9  Feeble  souls  with  fears  opprest, 
Jesus  bears  you  on  his  breast ; 
He  will  all  your  foes  dispel, 
Fear  ye  not  but  fare  ye  well. 

10  When  a  few  more  storms  are  o'er, 
We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell, 
In  a  world  where  all  fare  well. 

HYMN  271.  P.  M. 

1  I^HRIST  is  set  on  Zion's  hill, 
vy  He  receiveth  sinners  still  : 
Who  will  serve  this  blessed  king 
Come  enlist,  and  with  me  sing — 

I  his  soldier  sure  shall  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 

2  Zion's  king  my  captain  is. 
Conquest  I  shall  never  miss ; 
Present  pay  I  now  receive; 
Future  happiness  he'll  give  : 

I  his  soldier  sure  shall  be, 
Happy  in  eternity. 

3  What  a  captain  I  have  got 
Is  not  mine  a  happy  lot  ? 


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Therefore  will  I  take  the  sword, 
And  fight  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Lord. 

I  his  soldier  sure  shall  be  ; 

Happy  in  eternity. 

4  Brother  soldier,  still  fight  on 
Till  the  battle  thou  hast  won ; 
The  great  captain  we  did  choose 
Never  did  a  battle  loose. 

We  his  soldiers  sure  shall  be, 
Happy  in  eternity. 

5  Come  ye  world  kings,  come  enlist, 
^Tis  the  voice  of  Jesus  Christ  : 
Whosoever  will,  may  come  ; 
Jesus  Christ  refuseth  none. 

You  his  soldier  sure  shall  be. 
Happy  in  eternity. 

6  Jesus  is  my  captain's  name, 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same ; 
In  his  name  I  notice  give, 

All  who  comes  he  will  receive :  i 

You  his  soldiers  then  will  be, 
Happy  in  eternity. 

7  Be  persuaded,  take  his  pay ; 
All  your  sins  he'll  wash  away ; 
Now  in  Jesus'  name  believe. 
Future  happiness  he'll  give  : 

I       Yes,  in  heaven  you  sure  shall  be,  « 

Praising  God  eternally. 
I  HYMN  272.  P.^M. 

Oocfs  patience  to  Sinners. 

LORD,  and  am  I  yet  alive, 
Not  in  torments,  not  in  hell  ? 
Still  doth  thy  good  spirit  strive. 
With  the  chief  of  sinners  dwell  ? 
Tell  it  unto  sinners,  tell. 
That  I  still  am  out  of  hell ! 
I  Yes,  I  still  lift  up  my  eyes. 
Will  not  of  thy  love  despair ; 
Still,  in  spite  of  sin,  I  rise. 
Still  I  bow  to  thee  in  prayer. 
Tell  it  unto  sinners,  tell 
That  I  still  am  out  of  hell  1 

a 


242  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Oh,  the  length  and  breadth  of  love! 

Jesus,  Saviour,  can  it  be  ? 
All  thy  mercies'  height  I  prove, 

All  the  depth  is  seen  in  me. 
Tell  it  unto  sinners,  tell 
That  I  still  am  out  of  hell ! 

4  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 

All  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Only  ease  me  of  my  guilt ; 

I  am  nothing  else  but  sin. 
Tell  it  unto  sinners,  tell 
That  I  still  am  out  of  hell ! 

5  Father,  thou  dost  seem  to  frown  : 

To  Christ's  blood  help  to  fly; 
Now  me  shelter  in  thy  Son  ; 

Jesus,  save  me,  or  I  die. 
Tell  it  unto  sinners,  tell 
That  I  still  am  out  of  hell! 

HYMN  273.  P.  M. 
♦    

1  rpHY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford 
X    Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word ; 

Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear ; 
Now,  Lord,  thy  waiting  servants  bless, 
And  crown  thy  gospel  with  success. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  tix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above : 
With  food  divine' may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread: 

Thus,  Lord,  thy  waiting  servants  bless, 
And  crown  thy  gospel  with  success. 

3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply 
With  saving  power  and  energy; 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear : 

Thus,  Lord,  thy  waiting  servants  bless, 
And  crown  thy  gospel  with  success, 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal ; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will : 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
ABd  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day : 


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Thus,  Lord,  thy  waiting  servants  bless, 
And  crown  the  gospel  with  success. 

HYMN  374.  P.  M. 
A  warning  to  Youths. 

1  I^H  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 

'•L/  You  must  die  and  wear  the  shroud! 
Time  will  rob  you  of  your  bloom, 
Death  will  drag  you  to  the  tomb ; 

Then  you'll  cry,  and  want  to  be 

Happy  in  eternity. 

2  Will  you  go  to  heaven  ?  or  hell  ? 
One  you  must,  and  there  to  dwell  : 
Christ  will  come,  and  quickly  too  ; 
I  must  meet  him,  so  must  you  ; 

Then  you'll  cry,  &c. 

3  The  white  throne  will  soon  appear, 
All  the  world  must  then  draw  near' 
Sinners  will  be  driven  down — 
Saints  will  wear  the  starry  crown. 

Sinners,  you'll  cry,  &c. 

HYMN  275.  P.  M. 
On  Prayer. 

1  QAVIOTJR,  give  us  power  to  pray 
^  While  assembled  here  to  day  ; 
Let  not  now  our  waiting  heart 
From  the  living  God  depart. 

2  Saviour,  give  us  power  to  claim 
All  that's  promised  in  thy  name ; 

Raise  us  from  the  grave  of  sin  ;  v 

Now  the  quick'ning  work  begin. 

3  Now  the  mighty  moving  give ; 
Let  the  dead  begin  to  live ; 
All  our  doubts  remove  away ; 
Give  us  power  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  Visit  every  waiting  heart ; 
Now  the  life  of  God  impart ; 
Let  us  now  together  sing ; 
Nearer  now  thy  blessing  bring. 

5  Let  the  blind  begin  to  see ; 
Let  the  captive  soul  be  free  • 


244  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Soldiers,  all  begin  to  sing, 
Glory  to  our  conquering  king.  . 


H 


HYMN  276.  P.  M. 
OW  strange  is  the  course  that  a  Christian 
must  steer ! 
How  perplexed  is  the  path  he  must  tread! 
The  hope  of  his  happiness  rises  from  fear, 
And  his  life  he  receives  from  the  dead. 

2  His  fairest  pretensions  must  wholly  be  waved, 

And  his  best  resolutions  be  crossed ; 
Nor  can  he  expect  to  be  perfectly  saved, 
Till  he  find  himself  utterly  lost. 

3  When  all  this  is  done,  and  his  heart  is  assured 

Of  the  total  remission  of  sins; 
When  his  pardon  is  signed,  and   his  peace  is 
procured,  , 

From  that  moment  his  conflict  begins. 

HYMN  277.  P.  M. 

1  Tj^  LI JAH'S  example  declares, 
JLA  Whatever  distress  may  betide ; 
The  saints  may  commit  all  their  cares 

To  him,  who  will  surely  provide  : 
When  rain,  long  withheld  from  the  earth, 

Occasion'd  a  famine  of  bread. 
The  prophet,  secure  from  the  dearth, 

By  ravens  was  constantly  fed. 

2  More  likely  to  rob  than  to  feed, 

Were  ravens,  who  live  upon  prey  ; 
But  when  the  Lord's  people  have  need, 

His  goodness  will  find  out  a  way  ; 
This  instance  to  those  may  seem  strange 

Who  know  not  how  faith  can  prevail ; 
But  sooner  all  nature  shall  change. 

Than  one  of  God's  promises  fail. 

3  How  safe,  and  how  happy  are  they 

Who  on  the  good  Shepherd  rely ; 
He  gives  them  out  strength  for  their  day, 

Their  wants  he  will  surely  supply  ; 
He  ravens  and  lions  can  tame, 

All  creatures  obey  his  command ; 


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Then  let  me  rejoice  in  his  name, 
And  leave  all  my  cares  in  his  hand. 

HYMN  278.  C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  on  the  cross, 
A  spectacle  of  wo ! 
See  from  his  agonizing  wounds 
The  blood  incessant  flow. 
2  Till  Death's  pale  ensigns  o'er  his  cheek 
And  trembling  lips  were  spread*f 
Till  light  forsook  his  closing  eyes, 
And  life  his  drooping  head. 
3 'Tis  finished — was  his  latest  voice  ; 
These  sacred  accents  o'er, 
He  bowed  his  head,  gave  up  the  ghost, 

And  suffered  pain  no  more. 
'Tis  finished— the  Messiah  dies 

For  sins,  but  not  his  own ; 
The  great  redemption  is  complete, 
And  Satan's  power  o'erthrown. 
5  Tis  finished— all  his  groans  are  past ; 
His  blood,  his  pain  and  toils, 
Have  fully  vanquished  our  foes, 

And  crowned  him  with  their  spoils. 
'Tis  finished— legal  worship  ends, 

And  Gospel  ages  run ; 
All  old  things  now  are  passed  away, 
And  a  new  world  begun.  , 

HYMN  279.  C.  M. 
I  QJEE  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands, 
O  With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark!  how  he  calls  the  tender  Iambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms ! 
!  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name : 
For  'twEis  to  bless  such  souls  as  these. 

The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
We  bring  them,  Lord,  with  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee : 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


246  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Kindly  receive  this  tender  branch, 

And  form  (his)  soul  for  God: 
Baptize  (him)  with  thy  spirit.  Lord, 
And  wash  (him)  in  thy  blood. 

5  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  seed, 

Let  thy  salvation  come ; 
And  num'rous  households  meet  at  last» 
In  one  eternal  home. 

6  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind. 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust  : 
That  care  shall  lead  our  bleeding  hearts. 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

HYMN  280.  L.M. 

Mercy, 

1  QJ  WEET  were  the  sounds  that  reach'd  our  ears 
O  When  mercy  rais'd  her  heav'nly  voice ; 
'Twas  mercy  that  dispell'd  our  fears. 

And  bade  our  souls  in  hope  rejoice. 

2  All  other  sounds  discordant  seenr, 

Compar'd  with  mercy's  heav'nly  song ; 
So  sweet  an^  joyful  is  the  theme, 
It  bears  our  willing  souls  along. 

3  0  may  we  never  cease  to  hear 

The  voice  that  gives  our  conscience  rest, 
That  dissipates  our  guilty  fear, 
And  tellb  us  we  are  truly  blest! 

4  May  mercy  still  remove  our  fear, 

And  bind  our  souls  with  cords  of  love! 
Mercy  that  sooths  our  sorrows  here. 
And  gives  us  hope  of  joys  above. 

HYMN  28L  P.  M. 
Patience. 

1  rp  HOUGH  the  heart  that  sorrow  chideth, 

J_    Sink  in  anguish  and  in  care ; 
Yet,  if  patience  still  abideth, 
Hope  shall  paint  her  rainbow  there. 

2  Hope's  bright  lamp  her  light  shall  borrow 

From  religion's  blessed  ray, 
And  from  many  a  coming  morrow 
Charm  the  clouds  of  grief  away. 


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3  Wherefore  should  we  sigh  and  languish, 

Since  our  cares  so  soon  shall  cease  ? 
And  the  heart  that  sows  in  anguish, 
Shall  hereafter  reap  in  peace. 

4  This  is  not  a  scene  of  pleasure. 

These  gje  not  the  shores  of  bliss; 
We  shall  gain  a  brighter  treasure, 
Find  a  dearer  land  than  this. 

HYMN  282.  P.M. 

The  Christian  Pilgrim. 

1  piLGRIM,  burden'd  with  thy  sin. 
A     Come  the  way  to  2^ion's  gate ; 
There,  till  mercy  speaks  within. 

Knock  and  weep,  and  watch  and  wait. 
Knock— he  knows  the  sinner's  cry. 

Weep— he  loves  the  mourner's  tears, 
Watch — for  saving  grace  is  nigh, 

Wait— till  heavenly  grace  appears. 

2  Hark,  it  is  thy  Saviour's  voice! 

"  Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest." 
Now  within  the  gate  rejoice. 

Safe  and  own'd,  and  bought  and  blest. 
Safe— from  all  the  lures  of  vice, 

Own'd— by  joys  the  contrite  know, 
Bought— by  love,  and  life  the  price, 

Blest— the  mighty  debt  to  owe ! 
a  Holy  pilgrim !  what  for  thee 

In  a  world  like  this  remains  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear  and  shame,  and  doubt  and  pains. 
Fear— the  hope  of  heaven  shall  flee. 

Shame — from  glory's  view  retire, 
Doubt— in  full  belief  shall  die. 

Pain — in  endless  bliss  expire. 

HYMN  283.  P.  M. 
Thunder. 
1  TTI7HEN  in  dark  and  dreadful  gloom, 
ft    Clouds  on  clouds  portentous  spread, 
Black  as  if  the  day  of  doom 
Hung  o'er  nature's  shrinking  head  : 


248  MISCELLANEOUS. 

When  the  lightning  breaks  from  high» 
God  is  coming — God  is  nigh ! 

2  Then  we  hear  his  chariot  wheels, 

As  the  mighty  thunder  rolls ; 
Nature  startles,  nature  reels, 

From  the  centre  to  the  poles  : 
Then  the  ocean,  earth,  and  sky, 
Tremble  as  he  passes  by ! 

3  Darkness,  wild  with  horror,  forms 

His  mysterious  hiding-place ; 
Should  he  from  his  ark  of  storms 

Rend  the  veil  and  show  his  face, 
At  the  judgment  of  his  eye 
All  the  universe  would  die. 
.    xod  of  vengeance  !  from  above. 

While  thine  awful  bolts  are  hurl'd, 
O  remember  thou  art  love ! 

Spare,  O  spare  a  guilty  world! 
Stay  thy  flaming  wrath  awhile. 
Let  the  bow  of  promise  smile ! 
HYMN  284.  CM. 
Sickness. 

1  'npiS  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope, 

X    That,  when  my  change  shall  come» 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

2  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 

Behold  him  and  adore  ; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Soon,  too,  my  slumb'ring  dust  shall  hear 

The  trumpet's  quick'ning  sound  ; 
And,  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

4  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds. 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  raptures  must  the  church  abovCs, 
In  Jesus'  presence  know! 

5  O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

For  ever  with  me  stay, 
Til',  from  her  sinful  cage  dismisa'd,, 
My  spirit  flies  away  ! 


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HYMN  285.  P.  M. 

1  rpHOU  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 

A.    Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see : 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smiles  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee  \ 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day  with  farewell  beam  delays, 

Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 

Through  golden  vistas  into  heaven, 
Those  hues  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  stormy  gloom, 

O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies. 
Like  some  dark  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  a  thousand  eyes. 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  tires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless.  Lord,  are  thine. 

4  When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 
\       Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh, 

And  ev'ry  flow'r  the  summer  wreathes, 

Is  born  beneath  that  kindling  eye  ; 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine. 
And  all  things  fair  ^nd  bright  are  thine. 

HYMN  286.  C.  M. 

1  TTE  lives,  who  lives  to  God  alone, 
JLl.  And  all  aj-e  dead  beside ; 

For  other  source  than  God  is  none, 
Whence  life  can  be  supplied. 

2  To  live  to  God  is  to  requite 

His  love  as  best  we  may; 
To  make  his  precepts  our  delight. 
His  promises  our  stay. 

3  But  life,  within  a  narrow  ring 

Of  giddy  joys  compris'd, 
Is  falsely  nara'd,  and  no  such  thing. 
But  rather  death  disguis'd, 

4  Can  life  in  them  deserve  the  name, 
Who  only  live  to  prove 


250  MISCELLANEOUS. 

For  what  poor  toys  they  can  disclaim 
An  endless  life  above? 
5  Who  trample  order,  and  the  day 
Which  God  asserts  his  own, 
Dishonour  with  linhallow'd  play, 
And  worship  chance  alone  ? 
C  If  scorn  of  God's  commands,  impveSs'd 
On  word  and  deed,  imply 
The  better  part  of  man  unbless'd 
With  life  that  cannot  die ; 

7  Such  want  it,  and  that  want,  uneur'd 

Till  man  resigns  his  breath, 
Speaks  him  a  criminal,  assur'd 
Of  everlasting  death. 

8  Sad  period  to  a  pleasant  course 

Yet  so  will  God  repay 
Sabbaths  profan'd  without  remorse, 
And  mercy  cast  away. 

HYMN  287.  P.  M. 

HIS  mercies  in  Jesus  renew'd, 
Each  morning  I  wake  to  adore, 
A  fountain  of  infinite  good, 

A  sea  without  bottom  or  shore : 
My  Lord,  inexpressibly  kind ! 

O  when  shall  I  thank  him  above, 
To  Jesus  eternally  join'd, 
Abgorb'd  in  the  depths  of  his  love ' 

HYMN  288.  P.  M^ 

1  CJEE,  ye  heirs  of  sure  salvation, 
KJ  Jesu's  most  majestic  grace, 
At  his  final  revelation, 

While  he  pompously  displays 

All  his  glories, 
All  the  Godhead  in  his  face ! 

2  To  his  royal  Proclamation 

Manifested  here,  attend, 
In  his  state  of  exaltation 

While  he  doth  with  clouds  descend, 
Brings  the  kingdom, 
Gives  the  joy  that  ne'er  shall  end! 


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3  Power  is  all  to  Jesus  given  : 
All  his  foes  must  fall  before 
The  great  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 
When  he  takes  his  royal  power  ! 

Now  assume  it, 
Jesus,  reign  for  evermore ! 

HYMN  289.  P.  M. 

1  TESUS,  God  of  our  salvation, 
cP  Give  us  eyes  thyself  to  see, 
Waiting  for  thy  consolation, 

,  Longing  to  believe  on  thee : 
Now  vouchsafe  the  sacred  power, 

Now  the  faith  divine  impart ; 
Meet  us  in  this  solemn  hour, 

Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 

2  Anna-like  within  the  temple, 

Simeon-like  we  meekly  stay. 
Daily,  with  thy  saints  assemble, 

Nightly  for  thy  coming  pray : 
While  our  souls  are  bow'd  before  thee. 

While  we  humbly  sue  for  grace, 
Come,  thy  people's  light  and  glory, 

Show  to  all  thy  heavenly  face. 

HYMN  290.  P.  M. 

1  Tj^ATHER,  to  thy  protection, 
X.  From  fiends  and  men  I  fly, 
And  rest  in  thy  affection, 

When  passion's  storm  runs  high ; 
Beneath  my  soul,  defended 

From  all  invading  harms. 
Thy  mercy  hath  extended 

Its  everlasting  arms. 

2  Jesus,  Jehovah's  power, 

Thy  promis'd  help  I  claim. 
And  run  into  the  tower 

Ofthine  almighty  name: 
Impregnable  the  city 

Which  hides  my  life  above ; 
My  refuge  is  thy  pity, 

My  safety  is  thy  love.  ' 


952  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Spirit  of  consolation 

And  all-sufficient  grace, 
In  every  strong  temptation 

Thou  shalt  a  standard  raise 
Against  my  foes  infernal, 

And  show  me  on  the  tree 
The  dying  God  eternal 

Whose  blood  hath  ransom'd  me. 

4  By  faith  I  now  inherit 

Both  strength  and  righteousness, 
In  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

The  God  whom  I  confess: 
Whatever  I  ask,  desiring, 

I  have  ;  I  surely  have 
The  Three  in  One  conspiring 

This  dear-bought  soul  to  save, 

HYMN  291.  C.  M.  D. 

1  Tr|ELIGHT,  and  softest  sympathy, 
X-^  My  faithful  heart  divide. 
When  I  behold  the  shameful  tree 

Where  ray  Beloved  died ! 
I  look  on  him  whose  blood  redeems, 

And  bears  me  up  to  God ; 
I  look— and  v/hiie  the  fountain  streams, 

My  tears  increase  the  flood. 

2  I  want  to  pour  a  sea  of  tears, 

With  blessed  grief  to  mourn. 
In  view  of  him,  whose  form  appears 

By  my  offences  torn : 
My  sins  have  done  the  wicked  deed, 

Have  caus'd  the  killing  smart. 
And  pierc'd  his  soul  and  made  him  bleed ; 

The  balm  that  breaks  my  heart. 

3  His  precious  blood  both  wounds  and  heals, 

(When  faith  the  balm  applies) 
My  peace  restores,  my  pardon  seals, 

My  nature  sanctifies; 
His  precious  blood  the  life  inspires 

Which  angels  live  above. 
And  fills  my  infinite  desires, 

And  turns  me  all  to  love. 


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HYMN  292;  P.  M, 

1  /CHRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
\y  Sons  of  men  and  angels  say; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high,    . 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done. 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle's  won ; 
Lo !  our  sun's  eclipse'  is  o'er, 

Lo!  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 
Where's  thy  victory,  O  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now,  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise. 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

6  King  of  glory,  soul  of  bliss, 
Everlasting  life  is  this; 

Thee  to  know,  thy  power  to  prove, 
Thus  to  sing,  and  thus  to  love. 

HYMN  293.  P.  M. 

1  -pRIGHTNESS  of  the  Eternal  Glory, 
Jj  Image  of  our  God  exprest, 
Jesus,  let  thy  works  adore  Thee, 

God  supreme  for  ever  blest! 
Still  upheld  by  their  Creator, 

Heaven  and  earth  thy  power  confess ; 
Lord  of  universal  nature. 

Take  the  universal  praise. 

2  From  his  heavenly  throne  descending, 

Son  of  God,  and  Son  of  Man, 
See  him  on  a  cross  depending. 

By  his  sinful  creatures  slain ! 
O  the  depth  of  love  redeeming! 

God  his  spirit  doth  resign  : 


254  MISCELLANEOUS. 

See  the  blood  in  pardons  streaming- 
Precious  balm  of -fclood  divine  ! 

3  Flow'd  from  him  an  open  fountain 

For  the  universal  sin, 
Wash'd  away  th'  enormous  mountain, 

Made  a  world  of  sinners  clean; 
By  his  one  complete  oblation, 

Jesus  did  the  ransom  find, 
Q,uench'd  his  Father's  indignation, 

Purg'd  the  guilt  of  all  mankind. 

4  Object  of  their  adoration. 

Saviour,  thee  thine  angel-train 
Met  with  rapturous  exclamation, 

Welcom'd  to  thy  courts  again  ! 
Still  they  shout,  and  fall  before  thee, 

Thee  their  great  Creator  own, 
Re-install'd  in  all  their  glory, 

Bright  on  thine  eternal  throne ! 

HYMN  294.  P.  M. 
Missionary., 

1  f\  FOR  that  bright  and  glorious  day, 

\J  When  truth  enthron'd  on  Mercy's  brow, 
Shall  bear  a  universal  sway, 

Where  Error  reigns  in  triumph  now; 
When  Jesus'  name  shall  spread  abroad, 
And  every  nation  own  their  God! 

2  When  man,  the  slave  of  sin  and  shame, 

For  freedom  shall  no  longer  sigh, 
But  catch  the  rapture-giving  strain, 

And  raise  the  shout  of  Liberty  ! 
And  songs  which  earth  has  never  told. 
Shall  vibrate  from  each  harp  of  gold. 

3  That  midnight  gloom  which  hovers  o'er 

Where  superstition  rears  her  head. 
Shall  screen  the  bloodstain'd  rites  no  more, 

Nor  bide  where  vice  her  victims  led. 
But  chasing  darkness  as  it  flies, 
The  sun  of  righteousness  arise ! 

4  Earth,  fill'd  with  radiancy  divine. 

As  Eden  smiled  shall  smile  again, 
^  While  peace  and  happiness  shall  join. 
To  spread  the  Saviour's  glorious  reign. 


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No  sigh  shall  heave  the  troubled  breast, 
No  tears  disturb  the  pilgrim's  rest. 
5  Blest  Jesus '  haste  the  glorious  day, 

When  truth,  enthron'd  on  Mercy's  brow. 
Shall  bear  a  universal  sway, 

Where  Error  reigns  and  triumphs  now ; 
Till  guilt  and  misery  be  driven — 
And  earth  again  resembles  heaven. 

HYMN  295.  P.M. 

Another  of  the  same. 

1  /^'ER  the  realms  of  Pagan  darkness, 
v/  Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze ; 

See  the  blindness  of  the  people, 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze ; 

Darkness  brooding 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness! 

Rise  and  shine,  thy  blessings  bring ; 
Light  to  lighten  all  the  gentiles! 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing; 

To  thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come, 

3  May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 

Idol -gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
Come,  and,  worshiping  before  Him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone  ; 

Let  thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 

Speak  the  word ;  at  thy  command. 
Let  the  company  of  preachers 
Spread  thy  name  through  every  land  ; 

Lord,  be  with  them. 
Always  to  the  end  of  time. 


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HYMN  296.  P.  M. 
ORD,  without  thy  great  salvation. 
We  must  sink  to  endless  woe; 
Thou  wert  offered  an  oblation. 

That  the  world  thy  grace  might  know. 
While  upon  the  cross  suspended 
Thou  did'st  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die ; 


256  MISCELLANEOUS. 

To  thy  wounds  and  arms  extended 
Let  us  now  for  refuge  fly. 

2  Sm-polluted— hell-deserving, 

Suppliants  at  thy  feet  we  fall, 
Sin  and  Satan  we're  been  serving ; 

Now,  O  Lord,  on  thee  we  call. 
Pardon,  Lord,  a  vile  offender. 

Who  has  wandered  far  from  thee ; 
Let  us  now  our  hearts  surrender, 

Let  us  thy  salvation  see. 

3  Now  the  purple  flood  is  flowing ; 

Wide  the  fountain  is,  and  pure; 
Health,  her  blessings  there  bestowing 

To  the  soul  that  seeks  a  cure. 
On  his  throne  as  Mediator,  • 

Life  he  offers  through  his  blood, 
That  each  seeking,  sin-sick  creature, 

May  be  reconcil'd  to  God. 

4  Jesus,  in  thine  arms  embrace  us ; 

Send  thy  blessings  on  each  head; 
From  our  evil  hearts  release  us; 

O'er  our  sins  thy  mantle  spread. 
Teach  us  what  we  are  by  nature. 

And  by  grace  what  we  must  be ; 
Give  new  hearts  to  every  creature, 

That  we  may  resemble  thee. 

5  Now  display  thy  mighty  glory, 

By  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  we  shall  repeat  the  story. 

When  we  see  thee  face  to  face. 
Then,  before  our  God,  adoring. 

We  shall  tune  our  harps  above, 
And,  with  seraphs,  stand  before  him, 
f  Singing  of  his  dying  love. 

HYMN  297.  C.  M.  D. 
For  a  Sunday  School. 
1  /CHILDREN  are  God's  peculiar  care, 
vy  And  while  their  praises  rise, 
In  humble  songs  of  faith  and  prayer, 

With  rev'rence  to  tha  skies ; 
Their  fervent  cries  in  heaven  he  hears. 
And  soon  their  souls  are  fed ; 


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For  to  each  child  his  name  who  fears, 
He  gives  the  living  bread. 

2  Our  Jesus  is  the  source  of  truth. 

And  light,  and  knowledge  too ; 
Now  he  invites  us  in  our  youth. 

His  goodness  to  pursue  ; 
He  gives  his  word,  his  love,  his  gr^ce, 

That  we  like  him  may  be  ; 
He  bids  us,  children,  seek  his  face, 

That  we  his  face  may  see. 

3  Jesus,  from  every  ill  defend, 

And  guide  our  erring  feet ; 
O  help  us  on  thee  to  depend, 

That  when  at  school  we  meet. 
Thy  word  may  be  a  glorious  light 

To  lead  us  on  our  way, 
Secure  from  sin  and  nature's  night, 

To  everlasting  day. 

1  It  is  our  business  here  below, 

Our  heavenly  king  to  praise, 
While  in  our  youth ;  and  as  we  grow, 

Give  him  our  better  days, 
He  sends  us  clothing,  friends,  and  food; 

No  favour  he'll  deny; 
For  lis  he  died,  and  now  he  lives 

That  we  may  never  die. 

Then  let  us  all,  with  heart  and  voice, 

Unite  to  praise  his  name ; 
Lei  Jesus'  service  be  our  choice, 

His  glory  be  our  theme. 
To  Him  may  our  hosannas  rise. 

As  children's  once  before ; 
Till  we  are  called  above  the  skies, 

To  dwell  for  evermore. 

HYMN  298.  L.  M. 
For  Children. 

ALMIGHTY  sov'reign  of  the  skies. 
Thou  only  good,  Thou  only  wise ; 
Our  youthful  hymns  to  thee  we  bring, 
And  hail  thee  universal. king! 
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258  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  heavenly  choirs  around  thy  throne 
Attune  their  harps  to  thee  alone ; 
And  shall  we,  children,  here  below. 
No  praises  on  thy  name  bestow. 

3  Send  down,  O  Lord,  thy  power  and  grace, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  prayer  and  praise  r 
Then,  ceaseless,  shall  our  songs  ascend, 

In  anthems  to  the  children's  Friend. 

4  And  while  our  youthful  voices  rise. 
In  hallelujah's  to  the  skies, 

Our  weak  endeavours,  Lord,  approve. 
And  every  sinful  thought  remove. 

5  And  when  our  singing  here  is  o'er. 
When  up  to  heaven  our  spirits  soar. 
May  golden  harps  to  us  be  given, 

To  sing  thy  endless  praise  in  heaven. 

HYMN  299.  C.  M> 

1  r\  JOYFUL  thought!  O  rapturous  words  1 
v/  His  praises  let  us  sing. 

Whose  true  and  faithful  word  declares, 
That  Jesus  shall  be  king 

2  What  though  the  enemies  should  rise, 

And^hosts  of  agents  bring ! 
Thy  word  our  fainting  thought  renews. 
Our  Saviour  shall  be  king. 

3  The  heathen  shall  destroy  their  gods. 

And  Jesus'  praise  shall  ring 
Throughout  a  world  which  one  despis'd,. 
But  then  shall  hail  him  king. 

And  He  who  once  on  Calvary  groan'd. 

Of  death  once  felt  the  sting. 
Now  reigns  throughout  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

And  o'er  his  saints  a  king. 

5  Soon  will  he  come,  and  all  shall  bow, 
And  all  shall  triljute  bring — 
Soon  the  redeem'd  on  earth  shall  soar 
To  heaven,  where  Christ  is  king. 


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HYMN  300.  S.  M. 
The  Rock  and  Refuge. 

1  rilHE  sins  of  youth  and  age, 
X    Aloud  for  vengeance  cry ; 

What  satisfaction  can  I  make, 
Or  where  for  shelter  fly  ? 

2  Jesus,  a  Rock  thou  art, 

Ordain'd  by  heaven  to  be 

A  refuge  to  the  trembling  soul ; 

And  why  not  such  to  me  ? 

3  Secur'd  from  every  ill, 

Exempt  from  every  fear. 
Eternal  wrath  will  never  reach, 
No  arrows  pierce  me  there. 

HYMN  301.  P.  M. 
Profane  Families  warned. 

1  nnREMBLE,  ye  families  profane, 

X    Where  the  great  God  is  not  adored; 
Who  take- the  name  of  Christ  in  vain, 

But. do  not  invocate  your  Lord ; 
Regardless  of  his  smile  or  frown. 
Ye  pull  the  heaviest  judgments  down. 

2  Before  the  threatened  curse  takes  place, 

And  sweeps  your  prayerless  souls  to  heU> 
Daily  unite  to  implore  his  grace. 

Invite  him  in  your  tents  to  dwell ; 
Let  every  house  his  worship  show. 
And  every  heart  his  presence  know. 

HYMN  302.  C.  M.  D. 

1  fXS.  Lord,  our  grateful  tongues  would  fain 
\J  Make  known  thy  truth  and  love, 
And  raise  on  earth  a  holy  strain, 

As  angels  do  above. 
Our  lives,  and  all  we  have,  are  thine ; 

For  by  thy  power  and  skill. 
Thou  form'dst  us  in  thy  wise  design, 

To  do  thy  holy  will. 

2  Thou  art  the  source  whence  every  good 
Oil  erring  man  descends. 


260  MISCELLANEOUS. 

As  clothing,  comforts,  health,  and  food, 

And  sympathizing  friends ; 
And  powers  conferring  more  delight, 

On  us  thou  didst  bestow, 
In  reason's  intellectual  light, 

To  serve  thee  here  below. 
3  Now,  while  our  homage.  Lord,  to  thee, 

In  grateful  songs  we  pay, 
Oh,  grant  us  heav'nly  grace,  that  we, 

May  serve  thee  night  and  day; 
That  while  our  consecrated  hours 

Are  spent  in  thine  employ. 
Thou  may'st  prepare  our  mortal  powers, 

For  an  immortal  joy. 

HYMN  303.  P.  M. 

1  "IVTY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
ITJ.  His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above. 

To  shout  his  adorable  name. 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine. 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ; 
To  feel  them  incessantly  shine. 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeemed  with  his  blood. 

My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell. 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell. 
To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light ; 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing ; 
To  view,  with  eternal  delight. 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  king. 

3  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns. 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 

And  pass  in  a  moment  away : 
The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 

Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine ; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows, 

My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 

HYMN  304.  P.  M. 
1  1>RAISE  we  him,  by  whose  kind  favour, 
X    Heav'nly  truth  has  reacii'd  our  ears ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  261 

May  its  sweet  reviving  savour 

Fill  our  hearts,  and  calm  our  fears ! 
Truth— how  sacred  is  the  treasure! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  its  worth  to  know ! 
Vain's  the  hope,  and  short  the  pleasure, 

Which  from  other  sources  flow. 
5  What  of  truth  we've  now  been  hearing, 

Lord  to  ev'ry  heart  apply ! 
In  the  day  of  thine  appearing. 

May  we  share  thy  people's  joy. 
Till  thou  take  us  hence  for  ever, 

Savioi^r,  guide  us  with  thine  eye ; 
This  our  aim,  our  sole  endeavour, 

Thine  to  live,  and  thine  to  die. 

HYMN  305.  L.  M. 
IAS  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
-/jL  The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if,  'cross  the  plains. 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  still. 

2  Thus  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 

By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews. 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers. 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past ; 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

4  'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 

With  Jesus,  in  the  realms  of  day : 
There  I  feijall  bid  my  cares  ftirewell, 
And  he  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 

5  Jesus,  on  thee  our  hope  depends. 

To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode : 
Assur'd  our  home  will  make  amends 
For  all  our  toil  while  on  the  road. 

HYMN  306.  P.  M. 

Sunday  School. 
X  "Jl/T  ANY  voices  seem  to  say, 
i.f-1  "  Hither  children— here's  the  way; 
Haste  along,  and  nothing  fear 
Every  pleasant  thing  is  here !" 


262  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Yes— but  whither  would  ye  lead  7 
Is  it  happiness  indeed  ? 

Or  a  little  shining  show, 
Leading  down  to  death  and  woe? 

3  We  were  made  for  better  things, 
High  as  heaven  our  nature  springs ; 
Like  the  lark  that  upward  flies. 
We  were  made  to  seek  the  skies. 

4  We  were  made  to  love  and  fear 
That  great  God  who  placed  us  here; 
Made  to  study  and  fulfil 

All  his  good  and  holy  vi^ill. 

5  We  were  made  to  work  awhile, 
Cheerful,  at  our  work  to  smile, 
Thinking  as  we  labour  thus, 
Of  the  heaven  prepared  for  us. 

6  So,  a  pleasant  path  we'll  tread, 
By  the  hand  of  Jesus  led, 
Till,  from  sin  and  sorrow  freed, 
Ours  is  happiness  indeed! 

HYMN  307.  C.  M. 

By  the  Teachers  Only. 

1  £\  MIG  HTY  growth  of  deathless  seed  1 
V7  What  thronging  thousands  stand 
Year  after  year,  in  utter  need 

Of  mercy's  christian  hand ! 

2  A  flowery  birth— a  green  array, 

To  human  culture  given; 
Had  they  been  plucked  as  yesterday, 
To  day,  they'd  bloom  in  heaven  i 

3  But  now,  the  shuddering  spirit  turns 

From  yon  prophetic  roll, 
As,  in  each  blossom,  she  discerns 
A  lost,  a  living  soul! 

4  A  soul  in  which  the  mortal  stain 

Of  wilful  sin  is  wrought! — 
Responsible  I  for  every  vain, 
For  every  idle  thought. 

5  O  had  that  arm  of  mercy  slept. 

That  raised  the  bruised  reed. 


MISCELLANEOUS,  263 

Our  hearts  in  long  despair  had  wept, 
This  growth  of  deathless  seed : 

6  But,  "suffer  such,"  the  Saviour  cried; 
"  'Tis  mine,  this  green  array  ; 
From  every  bank,  and  highway  side, 
"Go  gather,  as  ye  may." 

7  Yes,  gracious  Lord,  thy  servants  we 

The  blest  commission  bear, 
And  gladly  weave  a  crown  for  thee, 
Our  shepherd  king,  to  wear. 

HYMN  308.  P.  M. 
Sunday  School  HymV; 

1  rilHERE  is  a  grassy  bed, 
X    A  cold  and  gloomy  cell. 
In  which  some  youthful  head 

Will  almost  surely  dwell. 
Before  another  nlfiasarit  spring 
The  first  young^olets  shall  bring  I 
5  O,  if  on  yonder  side 

A  hand  of  dazzling  flame 
Should  the  blue  heavens  divide, 

And  write  that  young  one's  name, 
His  knees  would  shake,  his  blood  run  cold, 
Like  the  Chaldean  king  of  old. 

3  With  earnest  hope  and  fear, 

For  pardon  he'd  implore. 
And  spend  this  hasty  year 

As  he  spent  none  before; 
To  Jesus  Christ  his  soul  would  cling, 
As  the  one  only  needful  thing. 

4  Well,  let  the  name  be  mine, 

(As  possibly  it  may,) 
Great  Saviour,  now  incline 

This  thoughtless  heart  to  pray ; 
Turn,  turn  me— now  before  we  part; 
Help  me  to  give  thee  up  my  heart. 

5  Then  though  the  grassy  bed, 

The  cold  and  gloomy  cell, 

Bhould  rest  my  youthful  head, 

Fox  me  it  would  be  well— 


264  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Yes,  better  far  than  joining  here 
This  sprightly  band  another  year ! 

HYMN  309.  C.  M. 
The  Dying  Christian. 

1  TTOW  peaceful  is  the  closing  scene, 
XX  When  virtue  yields  its  breath! 
How  sweetly  beams  the  smile  serene. 

Upon  the  cheek  of  death! 

2  The  Christian's  heart  no  fear  can  blight. 

No  pain  his  peace  destroy : 
He  views,  beyond  the  realms  of  light, 
A  pure  and  boundless  joy. 

3  Oh,  who  can  gaze,  with  heedless  sight. 

On  scenes  so  fair  as  this  ? 
Who  but  exclaims — "  thus  let  me  die, 
And  be  my  end  like  his  ?" 

HYMN  310. 1#M. 

1  \    FEW  more  days  preserve  me  here ; 
j\.  And  when  from  earth  my  spirit  flies, 
O,  let  a  child  of  mine  be  near — 

A  child  of  God  to  close  mine  eyes. 

2  Before  its  strong  arrest  I  feel, 

Give  me  my  death's  approach  to  see ; 
And  having  lived  to  serve  thy  will. 
Lord,  let  me  then  depart  in  Thee. 

HYMN  311.  L.  M. 

Restoration  to  Health. 
J    A  ND  live  I  yet  by  power  divine ! 
J\.  And  have  I  still  my  course  to  run ! 
Again  brought  back,  in  its  decline, 
The  shadow  of  my  parting  sun  ? 
2  Jesus  to  my  deliverance  flew, 

Where  sunk  in  mortal  pangs  I  lay ; 
Pale  Death  his  ancient  conqueror  knew, 
And  trembled,  and  ungrasped  the  prey  \ 


MISCELLANEOUS.  265 

HYMN  312.  C.  M. 

Setting  out  to  preach  the  Gospel  among  Strangers 
and  Enemies. 

1  A  NGEL  of  God,  whate'er  betide, 
jljL  Thy  summons  I  obey; 
Jesus,  I  take  thee  for  my  guide, 

And  walk  in  thee,  my  way. 

2  Secure  from  danger  and  from  dread, 

Nor  earth  nor  hell  shall  move, 
Since  over  me  thy  hand  hath  spread 
The  banner  of  thy  love. 

3  To  ieav%  my  captain  I  disdain; 

Behind  I  will  not  stay ; 
Though  shame,  and  loss,  and  bonds,  and  pain. 
And  death  obstruct  the  way. 

4  Me  to  thy  suffering  self  conform. 

And  arm  me  wilh  thy  power,  v 

Then  burst  the  cloud,  descend  the  storm, 
And  come  the  fiery  hour. 

5  Then  shall  I  hear  thine  utmost  will. 

When  first  the  strength  is  given — 
Come,  foolish  world,  my  body  kill, 
My  soul  shall  rise  to  heaven. 

HYMN  313.  C.  M. 

Self- abhorrence. 

1  \  PPEAR,  Great  God,  appear  to  me, 
xjL  That  by  myself  abhorred. 
Ashamed  I  may  for  ever  be, 

Before  my  glorious  Lord ; 

2  That  only  sight  can  pride  abase 

Can  force  me  to  submit. 
Which  makes  archangels  veil  their  face, 
And  tremble  at  thy  feet ! 

HYMN 314.  P.M. 

Self-examination. 

AT  evening  to  myself  I  say, 
My  soul,  where  hast  thou  gleaned  to  day? 
Thy  labours  how  bestowed  ? 


266  MISCELLANEOUS. 

What  hast  thou  rightly  said  or  done  ? 
What  grace  attained,  or  knowledge  won, 
In  following  after  God  ? 

HYMN  315.  P.  M. 

The  Weary  longing  for  rest. 
S  shipwreck'd  mariners  desire, 


A' 


With  eager  grasp,  to  reach  the  shore ; 
As  hirelings  long  t'  obtain  their  hire. 

And  vet'rans  wish  the  warfare  o'er ; — 
I  languish  from  this  earth  to  flee, 
And  gasp  for — immortality, 

2  To  heaven  I  lift  my  mournful  eyes. 

And  all  within  me  groans, — "  How  long?" 
O  were  I  landed  in  the  skies! 

The  bitter  loss,  the  cruel  wrong. 
Should  there  no  more  my  soul  molest, 
Or  break  my  everlasting  rest. 

3  In  that  Jerusalem  above. 

No  pain  the  happy  spirit  meets ; 
No  sense  of  ill-requited  love. 

No  sad  complaining  in  our  streets: 
Crying,  and  curse,  and  death  are  o'er, 
And  there  temptation  is  no  more. 

4  O  could  I  break  this  carnal  fence. 

Drop  all  my  sorrows  in  the  tomb, 
On  angel  wings  remove  from  hence, 

And  fly  this  happy  moment  home, 
Q,uit  the  dark  house  of  mouldering  clay, 
And  launch  into  eternal  day! 

HYMN  316.  L.  M. 

1  /^  AN  we  believe  thy  precious  word, 
KJ  And  not  assemble  in  thy  name. 
Sure,  if  we  meet,  to  meet  our  Lord, 

And  catch  thy  whisper  "Here  I  am!" 

2  Where  two  or  three,  with  faithful  heart, 

Unite  to  plead  the  promise  given. 
As  truly  in  the  midst  thou  art  ^ 

M  in  the  countless  hosts  of  heaven. 


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HYMN  317.  P.  M. 

Sorrowing  not  without  Hope. 

1  1*^  death  my  friend  and  me  divide, 

J.  Thou  dost  not,  Lord,  my  sorrows  chide, 

Or  frown  my  tears  to  see ; 
Restrain'd  from  passionate  excess. 
Thou  bidst  me  mourn  in  calm  distress, 

For  them  that  rest  in  Thee. 

2  I  feel  a  strong,  immortal  hope. 
Which  bears  my  mournful  spirit  up, 

Beneath  its  mountain-load ; 
Redeemed  from  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 
I  soon  shall  find  my  friends  again, 

Within  the  arms  of  God. 

3  Pass  a  few  fleeting  moments,  more. 
And  death  the  blessing  shall  restore. 

Which  death  hath  snatched  away ; 
For  me  thou  wilt  the  summons  send. 
And  give  me  back  my  parted  friend, 

In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN  318.  C.  M. 

1  f  S  God's  peculiar  people  mine  ? 
JL  To  them  I  then  shall  be 

Gathered  beneath  the  Saviour's  sign,  -* 

And  Christ  in  glory  see — 

2  Gathered  into  the  church  above. 

Whoe'er  to  Christ  belong, 
Shall  meet,  to  sing  the  song  of  love, 
The  Lamb's  eternal  song. 

HYMN  319.  C.  M. 

1  TESUS,  Lord,  our  hearts  inspire 
•3  With  that  true  word  of  thine ; 
Kindle  now  that  heavenly  fire 

To  brighten  and  refine ; 
Purify  our  faith  like  gold. 

All  the  dross  of  sin  remove  ; 
Melt  our  spirits  down,  and  mould 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


268  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  If  thou  dost  thy  gospel  bless, 

If  thou  apply  the  word, 
Then  our  broken  hearts  confess, 

The  hammer  of  the  Lord : 
Fully,  Lord,  the  hammer  use ; 

Force  the  nations  to  submit; 
Smite  the  rocks,  and  break  and  bruise 

The  work  beneath  thy  feet. 

HYMN  320.  S.  M.  D. 

1  TVTESSIA.H,  full  of  grace, 

i.TjL  Redeemed  by  thee  we  plead. 
Thy  promise  made  to  Abraham's  race, 

To  souls  for  ages  dead : 
Our  bones  as  quite  dried  up. 

Throughout  our  vale  appear ; 
Cut  off  and  lost  their  last  faint  hope 

To  see  thy  kingdom  here. 

2  Open  their  graves,  and  bring 

The  outcasts  forth,  to  own. 
Thou  art  the  Lord,  their  God  and  king, 

Their  true  anointed  one ; 
To  save  the  race  forlorn 

Thy  glorious  arm  display. 
And  show  the  world  a  aajjon  born — 

A  nation  in  a  day! 

HYMN  321.  C.  M.  D. 

In  time  of  peril. 

1  Tl/fY  Saviour,  from  the  wrath  to  come, 
IfX  From  present  evil  save. 

And  farther  mitigate  my  doom, 

Nor  let  me  see  the  grave  : 
Still  hold  my  soul  in  life,  I  pray, 

A  dying  worm  reprieve. 
And  let  me  all  my  lengthened  day 

Unto  thy  glory  live. 

2  Now,  Lord,  I  have  to  thee  made  known 

My  troubled  soul's  request. 
And  sink  in  calm  dependence  down 

Within  thy  arms  to  rest : 
Secure  in  danger's  blackest  hour 

Thy  faithfulness  to  prove, 


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Protected  by  almighty  power, 
And  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  322.  L.  M. 
Birth,  Death,  and  Immortality. 

NAKED  into  the  world  I  came, 
Naked  I  out  of  it  shall  go, 
And  soon  this  perishable  frame 
With  mother  earth  shall  rest  below. 
2  But  O!  my  soul,  if  born  again, 

With  glory  clothed  upon  shall  rise, 
A  place  among  the  saints  obtain, 
And  find  its  father  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  323.  C.  M.  D. 

Answers  to  Prayer. 

1  rf^FT  hast  thou,  Lord,  in  tender  love, 
KJ  Prevented  my  request, 

And  sent  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

An  unexpected  guest; 
Oft  when  my  prayer  was  scarce  begun, 

Thou  didst  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  thy  pardoning  mercy  known. 

And  seal  it  on  my  heart.. 

2  Why  this  profusion  of  thy  grace 

On  such  a  worm  as  me  ? 
Father,  I  ask  in  fix'd  amaze. 

Explain  the  mystery, 
How  canst  thou  to  a  sinner's  cry. 

Incline  thy  pitying  ear  ? 
Thou  hear'st  mine  Advocate  on  high. 

And  will  for  ever  hear. 

HYMN  324.  P.  M. 
The  dying  Parents. 

1  f\  THOU  faithful  God  of  love, 
yj  Gladly  I  thy  promise  plead. 
Waiting  for  thy  last  remove, 

Hastening  to  the  happy  dead. 
Lo,  I  cast  on  thee  my  care, 
Breathe  ray  latest  breath  in  prayer. 

2  Trusting  in  thy  word  alone, 

I  to  t    e  my  children  leave ; 


270  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Call  my  little  ones  thine  own, 

Give  them  all  thy  blessings,  give; 
Keep  them  while  on  Earth  they  breathe 
Save  their  souls  from  endless  death. 

3  Whom  I  to  thy  grace  commend. 

Into  thine  embraces  take; 
Be  her  sure  immortal  Friend, 

Save  her  for  my  Saviour's  sake; 
Free  from  sin,  from  sorrow  free, 
Let  my  widow  trust  in  thee. 

4  Father  of  the  fatherless. 

Husband  of  the  widow  prove ; 
Me  and  mine  persist  to  bless, 

Tell  me  we  shall  meet  above: 
Seal  the  promise  on  my  heart. 
Bid  me  then  in  peace  depart. 

HYMN  325.  P.  M. 

Helpless  yet  Happy. 

1  /^  THOU,  whose  wise,  paternal  love 
V^  Hath  brought  my  active  vigour  down 
Thy  choice  I  thankfully  approve, 

And,  prostrate  at  thy  gracious  throne, 
I  oifer  up  my  life's  remains; 
I  choose  the  state  my  God  ordains. 

2  Cast,  as  a  broken  vessel,  by. 

Thy  will  I  can  no  longer  do; 
Yet,  while  a  daily  death  I  die, 

Thy  power  I  may  in  weakness  show; 
My  patience  may  thy  glory  raise, 
My  speechless  wo  proclaim  thy  praise. 

3  But,  since  without  thy  spirit's  might 

Thou  knowest  I  nothing  can  endure, 
The  help  I  ask  in  Jesus'  right, 
The  strength  he  did  for  me  procure, 
-    Father,  abundantly  impart. 

And  arm  with  love  my  feeble  heart. 
'4"  O  let  me  live,  of  thee  possessed, 

In  weakness,  weariness,  and  pain ! 
The  anguish  of  my  labouring  breast, 
The  daily  cross  I  still  sustain, 


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For  him  that  languished  on  the  tree, 
But  lived,  before  he  died,  for  me. 

HYMN  326.  C.  M. 
The  gourd  of  Jovah. 

1  I^UR  joy  is  a  created  good ; 
"  How  soon  it  fades  away  ; 

Fades,  (at  the  morning  hour  bestowed,). 
Before  the  noon  of  day. 

2  Joy,  by  a  violent  excess, 

To  certain  ruin  tends  ,* 
And  all  our  rapturous  happiness 
In  hasty  sorrow  ends. 

3  In  vain  doth  earthly  bliss  afford 

A  momentary  shade ; 
It  rises  like  the  prophet's  gourd, 
And  withers  o'er  my  head. 

4  But  of  my  Saviour's  love  possessed, 

No  more  for  earth  I  pine  ^ 
Secure  of  everlasting  rest — 
Beneath  the  heavenly  vine. 

HYMN  327.  P.  M. 
J?  last  Prayer. 

IN  age  and  feebleness  extreme, 
Who  shall  a  helpless  worm  redeem  1 
Jesus,  my  only  hope  thou  art, 
Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart  T 
O,  could  I  catch  a  smile  from  Thee, 
And  drop  into  eternity ! 

HYMN  328.  L.  M. 
Prayer  at  stated  Times. 
1  rpHUS,  Lord,  throughout  my  life  would' I^ 
JL    At  stated  tmies  thy  grace  implore, 
At  morning,  noon,  and  night,  draw  nigh 

Thy  throne,  to  worship  and  adore ; 
For  mercy  every  moment  pray, 

And  never  from  thy  praises  cease, 
But  glide  insensibly  away 
To  raptures  of  eternal  bliss. 


272  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Let  the  infernal  lion  roar— 

I  still  approach  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Daily  present,  as  heretofore, 

My  sacrifice  of  prayer  and  praise  ; 
Before  my  God,  by  Satan's  host, 

Found  on  my  knees  might  I  but  be, 
I'll  glory  that  my  life  it  cost, 

And  die  from  man  to  live  with  Thee. 

HYMN  329.  C.  M. 

Fain  Repentances. 

1  nniMES  without  number  have  I  prayed, 
JL    This  only  once  forgive ; 
Relapsing  when  thy  hand  was  stayed, 

And  suffered  me  to  live : 

2  Yet  now  the  kingdom  of  thy  peace, 

Lord  to  my  heart  restore  ; 

Forgive  my  vain  repentances, 

And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

HYMN  330.  C.  M. 
On  recovering"  from  Sickness. 

1  TT7HEN  on  the  margin  of  the  grave, 

f  f    Why  did  I  doubt  my  Saviour's  art  ? 
Ah !  why  mistrust  his  will  to  save  ? 
What  meant  that  faultering  of  ray  heart. 

2  'Twas  not  the  searching  pain  within, 

That  filled  my  coward  flesh  with  fear ; 
Nor  consciousness  of  outward  sin, 
Nor  sense  of  dissolution  near. 

3  Of  hope  I  felt  no  joyful  ground, 

The  fruit  of  righteousness  alone; 
Naked  of  Christ  my  soul  T  found, 
And  started  from  a  God  unknown. 

4  Corrupt  my  wjll,  nor  half  subdued. 

Could  I  his  purer  presence  bear  ? 

Unchanged,  unhallowed,  unrenewed, 

Could  I  before  his  face  appear? 

5  Father  of  mercies,  hear  my  call ! 

Ere  yet  returns  the  fatal  hour. 
Repair  my  loss,  retrieve  my  fall, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  quick'ning  power. 


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6  My  nature  re-exchange  for  thine; 

Be  thou  my  life,  my  hope,  my  gain ; 
Arm  me  in  panoply  divine, 
And  death  shall  shake  his  dart  in  vain. 

7  When  I  thy  promised  Christ  have  seen, 

And  clasped  Him  in  my  soul's  embrace, 
Possessed  of  my  salvation,  then — 
Then  let  me,  Lord,  depart  in  peace, 

HYMN  331.  P.  M. 

The  Christian. 

1  TTC7H0  is  as  the  Christian  great, 

f  T    Bought  and  washed  with  Jesu's  blood? 
Crowns  he  sees  beneath  his  feet, 
Soars  aloft,  and  walks  with  God. 

2  Who  is  as  the  Christian  wise? 

He  has  nought— for  all  hath  given- 
Bought  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 
Nobly  bartered  earth  for  heaven. 

3  Who  is  as  the  Christian  blest  ? 

He  hath  found  the  long-sought  stonei 
lie  is  join'd  to  Christ,  his  rest, 

He  and  happiness  are  one. 
Earth  and  heaven  together  meet. 

Gifts  in  him  and  graces  join, 
Make  the  character  complete. 
Ay  immortal,  all  divine. 
5  Lo !  his  clothing  is  the  sun. 

The  bright  Sun  of  Righteousness; 
He  hath  put  salvation  on — 
Jesus  is  his  beauteous  dress. 
)  Lo !  he  feeds  on  Living  Bread, 
Drinks  the  fountain  from  above, 
Leans  on  Jesus'  breast  his  head. 
Feasts  for  ever  on  his  love. 
'  Angels  here  his  servants  are, 

Spread  for  him  their  golden  wings. 
To  his  throne  of  glory  bear. 
Seat  him  by  the  King  of  kings. 
!  Who  shall  gain  that  heavenly  height  ? 
Who  liis  Saviour's  face  shall  see? 
S 


274  MISCELLANEOUS. 

I,  who  claim  it  in  his  right, 
Christ  hath  bought  it  all  for  me. 

HYMN  332.  L.  M. 

Hope  against  hope. 

1  "IITHO  is  the  weak  believer,  who 

f  f    Doth  still  his  dreary  way  pursue. 
Inspired  with  true  religious  fear. 
And  following  Christ  with  heart  sincere? 
Obedient  to  thy  Saviour's  voice, 
Yet  canst  thou  not  in  him  rejoice. 
Or  taste  the  comforts  of  his  grace. 
Or  find  a  God  who  hides  his  face  ? 

2  Jesus  is  vanished  from  thy  sight  ; 

No  glimpse  of  bliss,  or  gleam  of  light, 
To  cheer  thee  in  the  desert  way. 
Or  promise  a  return  of  day  ; 
No  evidence  of  things  unseen. 
But  wars  without,  and  fears  within ; 
No  witness  of  thy  sins  forgiven. 
No  ray  of  hope  on  this  side  heaven ! 

3  Poor,  tempted  soul,  what  canst  thou  do  ? 
Hope  against  hope  that  God  is  true; 
His  nature  in  his  name  confess. 

His  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness. 
The  Lord,  whom  now  thou  canst  not  see, 
Whate'er  He  is,  He  is  for  thee  ; 
Expect,  and  thou  shalt  surely  prove, 
That  God  in  Christ  is  perfect  love. 

4  Till  then,  on  Him  thy  spirit  stay. 
Whose  death  hath  borne  thy  sins  away; 
Conform'd  to  Jesus  in  his  blood. 
With  him  cry  out—"  My  God,  my  Godl 
My  God,  my  God,  I  hold  thee  fast, 

Till  nature's  latest  pang  is  past ; 
Into  thy  hands  my  soul  resign. 
And  then— Thou  art  for  ever  mine." 

HYMN  333.  P.  M. 
To  Him  every  knee  shall  how. 
I  TirORTHY,  O  Lord,  art  Thou, 
ft    That  every  knee  should  bow, 


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Every  tongue  to  Thee  confess; 

Universal  nature  join, 
Strong  and  mighty  Thee  to  bless, 

Gracious,  merciful,  benign! 

2  Hail  your  dread  Lord  and  ours. 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  powers ! 
Source  of  power.  He  rules  alone ; 

Veil  your  faces,  prostrate  fall. 

Cast  your  crowns  before  his  throne, 

Hail  the  cause,  the  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Justice  and  truth  maintain 
Thy  everlasting  reign ; 

One  with  thine  Almighty  sire, 

Partner  of  an  equal  throne  ; 
King  of  kings,  let  all  conspire — 

Gratefully  thy  sway  to  own. 

4  Jesus,  Thou  art  my  king, 
To  me  thy  succour  bring. 
Christ  the  mighty  one  art  Thou, 

Help  for  alfon  Thee  is  laid : 
This  thy  promise  claim  I  now ; 
Send  me  down  the  promised  aid. 

HYMN  334.  C.  M. 
[  TjrASTEN,  O  Lord,  the  latter  day, 
XX  When  grace  shall  reign  alone ; 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  world 
Shall  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2  Then  shall  pure  converts  crowd  thy  gates, 

Press  to  the  gospel  sound; 
And  grace  eternal  sweetly  shine. 
To  ravish  all  around. 

3  Then  shall  the  watchmen  of  the  Lord 

Raise  Jesu's  cross  on  high ; 
And,  from  a  clear  refulgent  light, 
Shall  all  see  eye  to  eye. 

4  Then  war  shall  cease,  and  wrath  subside, 

And  peace  immortal  flow ; 
And  saints  unite  in  joy  and  peace, 
And  glory  reign  below. 
1  5  Lord,  we  would  bless  thee  for  a  ray 
Of  such  triumphant  grace, 


276  MISCELLANEOUS. 

That  leads  to  everlasting  day, 
And  pure  eternal  bliss. 

HYMN  335.  P.  M. 

1  TfTHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 

V  f    When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls ; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled. 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign. 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

HYMN  336.  P.  M. 
I  I^HILD  of  prosperity, 
vy  Nursling  of  vanity, 
Slave  of  preferment,  of  wealth  and  renown, 
Does  love  smooth  thy  pillow, 
Is  hush'd  each  rude  billow 
Of  care  in  thy  breast  ?  is  thy  wretchedness  flown? 
^    Is  smiling  contentment 
Thy  constant  attendant, 
Does  happiness  place  her  green  wreaths  on  thy 
brow? 
And  joy  raise  thy  bosom. 
With  heart-felt  emotion, 
And  chase  from  thy  vision  each  prospect  of  wo  ? 
3    Ah,  no !  wealth  and  grandeur. 
And  titles  of  honour. 
Can  never  impart  a  sweet  calm  to  the  mind ; 
All,  all  is  commotion, 
Their  pleasure  a  notion, 
They  leave  no  enjoyment  or  comfort  behind. 


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4  Then  haste  to  the  mountain, 
Where  flows  from  its  fountain, 

The  streams  of  enjoyment,  unmingled  with 
care; 

The  Eden  of  pleasure, 

A  permanent  treasure,       , 
The  harbour  of  rest,  for  no  Mllows  are  there. 

5  Your  peace,  like  a  river, 
For  ever  and  ever, 

Shall  glide  undisturb'd  in  its  channel  along 

To  that  blissful  region. 

Where  dove-eyed  religion. 
Invites  you— O  haste !— for  she  beckons  you  on. 

HYMN  337.  P.  M- 

1  r¥lHE  Christians  of  old,  united  in  one, 
_L    As  sheep  in  a  fold  were  never  alone ; 

As  birds  of  a  feather  all  flock'd  to  their  nest. 
And  shelter'd  together  in  Jesus's  breast. 

2  However  employ'd,  their  joy  was  the  same,* 
They  never  were  cloy'd  in  hymning  the  Lambj 
Their  sole  recreation  to  sing  of  his  praise, 
And  publish  salvation  by  Jesus's  grace. 

3  Small  learning  they  had,  and  wanted  no  more. 
Not  many  could  read,  but  all  could  adore  ; 

No  help  from  the  College  or  School  they  received, 
Content  with  his  knot91edge  in  whom  they  be- 
liev'd. 

4  No  riches  had  they,  but  riches  of  grace  ; 
No  fondness  for  play,  or  passion  for  praise ; 
No  moments  of  leisure  for  trifling  employs, 
Possess'd  of  the  treasure  in  God  to  rejoice. 

5  Men  in  their  own  eyes  were  children  again, 
And  children  were  wise  and  solid  as  men; 
The  women  were  fearful  of  nothing  but  sin. 
Their  hearts  were  all  cheerful,  their  consciences 

clean, 

6  Wrapt  up  in  their  Lord,  his  service  and  love. 
They  liv'd  and  ador'd,  like  angels  above  ; 

To  keep  in  his  favour  their  lives  they  laid  down, 
And  now  with  tiieir  Saviour  inherit  the  crown. 


278  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  338.  P.  M. 

1  X  ET  all  men  rejoice,  by  Jesus  restor'd ; 

_Li  We  lift  up  our  voice,  and  call  him  our  Lord ; 
His  joy  is  to  bless  us,  and  free  us  from  thrall, 
From  all  that  oppress  us,  he  rescues  us  all. 

2  Him  Prophet,  and  King,  and  Priest  we  proclaim, 
We  triuipph  and  sing  of  Jesus's  name ; 

Poor  idiots  he  teaches  to  show  forth  his  praise, 
And  tell  of  the  riches  of  Jesus's  grace, 

3  No  matter  how  dull  the  scholar  whom  he 
Takes  into  his  school,  and  gives  him  to  see ; 
A  wonderful  fashion  of  teaching  he  hath, 

And  wise  to  salvation,  he  makes  us  through  faith. 

4  The  wayfaring  men,  though  fools,  shall  not  stray, 
His  method  so  plain,  so  easy  the  way ; 

The  simplest  believer  his  promise  may  prove, 
And  drink  of  the  river  of  Jesus's  love. 

5  Yet  not  many  wise  his  summons  obey, 
And  great  ones  despise  so  vulgar  a  way ; 

And  strong  ones  will  never  their  helplessness  own, 
Or  stoop  to  ^nd  favour  through  mercy  alone. 

6  And  therefore  our  God  the  outcasts  hath  chose. 
His  righteousness  show'd  to  heathens  like  usl 
When  wise  ones  rejected  his  offers  of  grace. 
His  goodness  elected  the  foolish  and  base. 

7  To  baffle  the  wise,  and  noble,  and  strong, 
He  bade  us  arise,  an  impotent  throng: 
Poor  ignorant  wretches,  we  gladly  embrace 
A  Prophet  who  teaches  salvation  by  grace. 

8  Poor  outcasts  of  men,  whose  souls  are  despis'd, 
And  left  with  disdain,  by  Jesus  are  priz'd ; 
His  gracious  creation  in  us  he  makes  known. 
And  brings  us  salvation,  and  calls  us  his  own. 

HYMN  339.  P.  M. 
1  fr\  OME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
\j  Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 
%  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ;  . 


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Dear  desire  of  ev'ry  nation, 
Joy  of  ev'ry  longing  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver ; 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  King ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit. 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

HYMN  340.  P.  M. 

1  T^NLISTED  in  the  cause  of  sin, 
£i  Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music,  alas!  too  long  has  been 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devil : 
V     Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 
\        Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing. 

Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 

Down  to  our  utter  ruin. 

2  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 

Innocent  sounds  recover ; 
Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover  1 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 

Every  melting  measure. 
Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 

Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

3  Come  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 

Will  not  as  well  inspire  us: 
This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 

This  upon  earth  shall  fire  us  : 
Try  if  your  hearts  are  tun'd  to  sing  ; 
Is  there  a  subject  greater  ? 
-     Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring ; 
V        Jesus'  name  is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is. 

His  is  the  noblest  passion ; 
Jesus'  name  is  life  and  peace, 

Happiness  and  salvation : 
Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Show  us  our  sins  forgiven, 


280  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 
Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 

5  Who  hath  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 

Us  who  his  mercy  raise! 
Merry  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King, 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces: 
Who  of  his  love  doth  once  partake, 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices ; 
Blelody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

6  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join ; 

Triumph  in  his  salvation  ; 
Glory  ascribe  to  Love  divine, 

Worship  and  adoration : 
Heaven  already  is  bej^un, 

Open'd  in  each  believer ; 
Only  believe  and  still  sing  on, 

Heaven  is  ours  for  ever 

HYMN  341.  P.  M. 

1  f^  LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
vJ  Zion ,  city  of  our  God ! 

He  whose  words  cannot  be  broken. 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode  : 

On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded. 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes, 

2  See !  the  streams  of  living  waters 

Springing  from  eternal  love. 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver. 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering 

See  the  cloud  and  lire  appear  I 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near ; 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day  j 


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Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 
Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on. 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God  : 
'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings; 
And,  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises, 

Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion'scity 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  name  : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 

All  his  boasted  p>omp  and  show  ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure, 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

HYMN  342.  P.  M. 

1  QOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
k5  The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  his  wings  ; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation. 

And  find  it  ever  new  ; 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow^, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
E'en  let  th'  unknown  to-morrow, 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing 

But  he  will  bear  us  through  : 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  loo  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens> 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 


282  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 
4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear, 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there : 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice  ; 
For,  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

HYMN  343.  S.  M. 

1  fTlHE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 

-I-    I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I'm  free  from  every  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade. 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

4  In  spite  of  all  my  foes. 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

5  The  bounties  of  thy  love, 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

HYMN  344.  P.  M. 

1  "^E  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 

jL    And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name ; 
The  name  all  victorious  of  Jesus  extol ! 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  and  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save, 
And  still  he  is  nigh,  his  presence  we  have ; 
The  great  congregation  his  triumphs  shall  sing. 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 


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MISCELLANEOUS.  283 

3  Salvation  to  God  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honour  the  Son : 
Our  Jesus's  praises  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right ; 
All  glory,  and  power,  and  wisdom,  and  might 
All  honour  and  blessing,  with  angels  above; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 

HYMN  345.  P.  M. 
The  year  of  Jubilee. 

1  TjlATR  shines  the  morning  star; 
Jj    The  silver  trumpets  sound, 
Their  notes  re-echoing  far, 

While  dawns  the  day  around  : 
Joy  to  the  slave ;  the  slave  is  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

2  Prisoner  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die. 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 

Your  portals  open  fly ; 
Rise  with  your  Lord ;— He  sets  you  free : 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

The  land  you  fathers  won, 
Behold  how  God  hath  wrought 

Redemption  through  his  Son ; 
Your  heritage  again  is  free, 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

4  Ye,  who  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  justice  due, 
Ransom'd,  but  not  with  gold, 

lie  gave  himself  for  you  : 
The  blood  of  Christ  haih  made  you  freei 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

5  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year ; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  be  Israel  free : 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubileei 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  346.  L.  M. 
The  gathering  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  nnHE  Heathen  perish  day  hy  day, 

X    Thousands  on  thousand  pass  awayj> 

0  christians !  to  their  rescue  fly, 
Preach  Jesus  to  them  or  they  die. 

2  Wealth,  labour,  talents,  freely  give, 
Yea  life  itself,  that  they  may  live; 
What  hath  your  Saviour  done  for  you? 
And  what  for  this  will  ye  not  do? 

3  Thou  spirit  of  the  Lord  go  forth, 
Call  in  the  south,  wake  up  the  north; 
Of  every  clime,  from  sun,  to  sAin, 
Gather  God's  children  into  one. 

HYMN  347.  C.  M. 

1  Q  AT  AN,  the  world,  and  sin, 
kJ  Entice  me  from  my  God ; 
Tempt  me  to  leave  the  heavenly  path, 

And  tread  the  downward  road, 

2  O  Thou  who  on  the  cross 

Didst  for  my  sins  atone. 
Although  rebellious  and  perverse, 
Do  not  a  child  disown. 

3  Thine  by  a  thousand  ties 

T  am,  and  still  would  be : 
Strengthen  my  faith,  inflame  my  love. 
And  draw  my  soul  to  Thee. 

HYMN  348.  S.  M. 

On  the  Death  of  an  aged  Minister. 

1  QERVANT  of  God,  well  done ! 
Cj  Rest  from  thy  lov'd  employ ; 
The  battle's  fought,  the  victory  won. 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear  ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierc'd  his  frame, 
He  fell— but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 


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A  veteran  slumb'ring  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red  cross  shield. 

4  His  sword  was  in  his  hand, 

Still  warm  with  recent  fight, 
Ready  that  moment,  at  command, 
Through  rock  and  steel  to  smite. 

5  It  was  a  two-edged  blade 

Of  heavenly  temper  keen ; 
And  double  were  the  wounds  it  made, 
Where'er  it  glanced  between. 

6  'Twas  death  to  sin — 'twas  life 

To  all  who  mourned  for  sin  ; 

It  kindled  and  it  silenc'd  strife. 

Made  war  and  peace  within. 

7  Oft  with  its  fiery  force 

His  arm  hath  quell 'd  the  foe, 
And  laid,  resistless  in  his  course, 
The  alien-armies  low. 

8  Bent  on  such  glorious  toils, 

The  world  to  him  was  loss, 
Yet  all  his  trophies,  all  his  spoils. 
He  hung  upon  the  cross. 

9  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare !" 
He  woke — and  caught  his  Captain's  eye, 
Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer — 

10  His  spirit,  with  a  bound. 

Left  its  encumbering  clay ; 
His  tent,  at  sun  rise,  on  the  ground, 
A  darken'd  ruin  lay. 

11  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labour  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  clos'd  at  last. 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

12  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


286  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  349.  C.  M. 
Exhortation  to  Praise  and  Thanksgiving. 

1  QTAND  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 
O  Ye  people  of  his  choice ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  O  for  the  living  flame, 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire. 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought! 

4  There,  with  benign  regard. 

Our  hymns  he  deigns  to  hear ; 
Though  unrevealed  to  mortal  sense, 
The  spirit  feels  him  near. 

5  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

6  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adOre  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

HYMN  350.  P.  M. 

The  Song   of   the   Hundred  and  forty  and  four 


1  TT7HAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

f  f    This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song — 
"Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain — 

New  dominion  every  hour  ?" 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod. 

These  from  great  afflictions  came; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  287 

Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  ahnighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed ; 
Whom  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne. 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead: 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs. 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears, 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wii)e  away  the  tears. 

HYMN  351.  P.  M. 

Glory  to  Ood  in  the  Highest. 

1  QJONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
^  Heaven  with  Hallelujahs  rang. 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun. 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  will  man  alone  be  dumb. 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No ; — the_church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice. 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  the  latest  breath. 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
Then  amidst  eternal  joy 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 


288  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  352.  S.  M. 

1  f\  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God! 
v/  In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod. 

Descend  on  an  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  motion  from  above. 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion  order  in  thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  O  spirit  of  the  Lord!  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet; 
Breathe  thou  abroad  like  morning  air. 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

5  Baptize  the  nations  far  and  nigh, 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 
Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

6  God  from  eternity  hath  will'd, 

All  flesh  shall  his  salvation  see; 
So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfiU'd, 
The  Saviour's  sufferings  crown'd  thro'  Thee, 

HYMN  353.  C.  M.  D. 

1  f^OME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
V-^  That  have  obtain'd  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 

To  joy  celestial  rise : 
Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  : 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 

In  earth  and  heav'n  are  one. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him. 

One  church  above,  beneath. 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 

The  narrow  stream  of  death : 
One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  *^l 

Part  of  his  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 

And  part  is  crossing  now. 
Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die : 
His  militant,  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  Our  spirits  too  shall  quickly  join, 

Like  theirs,  with  glory  crown 'd ; 
And  shout  to  see  our  Captain's  sign, 

And  hear  his  trumpet  sound : 
O  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  Guide? 

O  that  the  word  were  given ! 
Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  waves  divide, 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven! 

HYMN  354.  C.  M.  D. 

1  rpHE  crowd,  the  poor,  unthinking  crowd, 

X    Refuse  thy  hand  to  see, 
They  will  not  hear  thy  loudest  rod, 

They  will  not  turn  to  thee. 
As  with  judicial  blindness  struck, 

They  all  thy  signs  despise. 
Harden  their  hearts  yet  more,  and  mock 

The  anger  of  the  skies. 

2  But  blinder  still,  the  rich  and  great, 

In  wickedness  excel. 
And  revel  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  sport  and  dance  to  hell. 
Regardless  of  my  smile  or  frown. 

Their  pleasures  they  require. 
And  sink  with  gay  indifference  down 

To  everlasting  fire. 

3  But,  O !  thou  dreadful,  righteous  Lord, 

The  praying  remnant  spare. 
The  men  that  tremble  at  thy  word. 

And  see  the  coming  snare : 
Our  land  if  yet  again  thou  shake,  I 

Or  utterly  break  down, 
T 


290  MISCELLANEOUS. 

A  merciful  distinction  make^ 

And  strongly  save  thine  own. 
4  If  earth  its  mouth  must  open  wide, 

To  swallow  up  its  prey ; 
Jesus,  thy  faithful  people  hide, 

In  that  vindictive  day : 
Firm  in  the  universal  shock, 

We  shall  not  then  remove ; 
Safe  in  the  clefts  of  Israel's  rock, 

Our  Lord's  expiring  love. 

HYMN  355.  C.  M. 

1  1^  HOW  extensive  is  thy  grace, 
V-F  How  rich,  how  full,  how  free ! 
The  needy  thou  delight 'st  to  raise : 

I'll  tell  my  wants  to  thee. 

2  I  want  to  fear  thy  sacred  name, 

I  want  to  iove  thee  more, 
1  want  to  feel  that  heavenly  flame, 
Which  I  have  felt  before. 

3  I  want  to  know  myself  aright, 

To  bear  what  Jesus  saith; 
I  want  repentance  in  thy  sight, 
I  Vi^ant  a  stronger  faith. 

4  I  want  to  have  my  soul  resign'd, 

Submissive  to  thy  will ; 
I  want  a  meek,  an  humble  mind, 
I  want  my  wants  to  feel. 

5  I  want  a  chaste  and  single  eye : 

Thy  gracious  ear  incline  ; 

From  fulness  infinite  supply 

This  empty  soul  of  mine. 

6  Through  Jesus  let  these  blessings  flow; 

He  bought  them  with  his  blood : 
Now  let  a  worthless  sinner  know 
Thy  promises  made  good. 

HYMN  356.  L.  M. 
1  f\  LET  Jehovah's  liberal  hand 
vJ'  Be  own'd  and  sung  through  all  the  land ! 
'Tis  he  that  sends  a  plenteous  store, 
His  name  let  every  soul  adore. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Let  undeserved  goodness  raise 
Our  admiration  and  our  praise ; 
Such  vile  rebellious  sinners  are 
Unworthy  of  the  smallest  share. 

3  But  how  does  mercy  yet  abound ! 
How  is  the  year  with  plenty  crown'd  f 
For  man  and  beast  a  rich  supply 

Is  wisely  order'd  from  on  high. 

4  'Tis  God  who  makes  the  earth  to  yield, 
He  gives  increase  to  every  field ; 

The  fragrant  herb,  the  fruitful  tree. 
From  God  receive  fertility. 

5  Help  us  to  feed,  with  grateful  hearts, 
On  what  thy  bounteous  hand  imparts, 
And  let  thy  mercies  all  combine 

To  ripen  us  for  joys  divine. 

HYMN  357.  S.  M. 

1  TTOW  welcome  is  this  news 
XX  To  souls  oppress'd  with  fear; 
Why,  sinner,  why  wilt  thou  refuse 

To  leave  thy  burden  here  ? 

2  Is  Jesus  full  of  grace? 

Then  why  dost  thou  complain  ? 
O !  why  refuse  to  seek  his  face, 
His  favour  to  obtain  ? 

3  And  why  shouldst  thou,  my  soul, 

Go  mourning  all  thy  days  ? 
Lord,  let  thy  grace  my  fears  control, 
And  fill  my  mouth  with  praise. 

4  Revive  my  fainting  heart 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Haste,  Lord,  and  grace  for  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  thoughts  above. 

HYMN  358.  C.  M. 

1  T  ET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
X_i  It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 

Once  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford ; 


292  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 

The  stars  are  all  conceal'd ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart : 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Have  fis'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, ' 

And  wholly  live  to  thee ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me ! 

HYMN  359.  P.  M. 

1  TTELP,  O  help,  my  great  Creator! 
JjL  Love  the  soul  thyself  hast  made, 
Burthen'd  with  a  sinful  nature. 

Let  me  still  on  thee  be  stay'd : 
What  I  have  to  thee  commended, 

Saviour,  wilt  thou  not  secure, 
Till  the  fiery  trial's  ended, 

Till  I,  as  my  God,  am  pure  7 

2  But  it  is  thy  gracious  pleasure. 

To  redeem  me  from  all  sin ; 
Only  let  me  wait  thy  leisure. 

Till  thou  bring  thy  kingdom  in. 
Pray,  and  serve  thee  without  ceasing. 

Till  thy  perfect  grace  I  prove ; 
Blest  with  all  the  gospel  blessing, 

Fill'd  with  all  the  life  of  love. 

3  Hear  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Speak  and  bid  the  sun  stand  still ; 
Give  me  now  the  constant  power 

Over  my  own  carnal  will : 
Stronger  wax  thy  love  and  stronger ; 

Let  my  bosom-sin  give  place : 
Let  the  elder  serve  the  younger, — 

Nature  yield  to  sovereign  grace. 


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HYMN  360.  P.  M. 

1  £\  HOW  shall  a  sinner  perifonn 

"  The  vows  he  hath  vow'd  to  the  Lord ! 
A  sinful  and  impotent  worm. 

How  can  I  be  true  to  my  word  1 
I  tremble  at  what  I  have  done. 

But  look  for  my  help  from  above. 
The  power  that  I  never  have  known. 

The  virtue  of  Jesus's  love. 

2  My  solemn  engagements  are  vain. 

My  promises  empty  as  air, 
My  vows  I  shall  break  them  again. 

And  plunge  in  eternal  despair — 
Unless  my  omnipotent  God 

The  sense  of  his  goodness  impart, 
And  shed,  by  his  spirit,  abroad. 

That  love  of  himself  in  my  heart. 

HYMN  361.  P.  M. 

1  f\  LOVER  of  sinners,  extend 
v-^  To  me  thy  affectionate  grace ; 
Appear,  my  affliction  to  end ; 

Afford  me  a  glimpse  of  thy  face  : 
That  light  shall  enkindle  in  me 

A  flame  of  reciprocal  love, 
And  then  I  shall  cleave  unto  thee. 

And  then  I  shall  never  remove. 

2  O  come  to  a  mourner  in  pain, 

Thy  peace  to  my  conscience  reveal. 
And  then  I  shall  love  thee  again. 

And  sing  of  the  goodness  1  feel ; 
Constraint  by  the  grace  of  my  Lord, 

My  soul  shiU  in  all  things  obey, 
And  wait  to  be  fully  restor'd, 

And  long  to  be  summon'd  away. 

HYMN  362.  P.  M. 

FATHER  of  all,  who  fillest  with  good. 
The  ravens  that  call  on  thee  for  their  food  ; 
Them  ready  to  perish,  thou  lov'st  to  sustain, 
And  wilt  thou  not  cherish  the  children  of  men? 


'O 


294  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  On  thee  we  depend  our  wants  to  supply,  * 
Whose  goodness  shall  send  us  bread  from  the  sky; 
On  earth  thou  shalt  give  us  a  taste  of  thy  love, 
And  shortly  receive  us  to  banquet  above. 

HYMN  363.  L.  M. 

1  ril  HE  rain  descends,  the  tempests  rise  I 
X    My  soul,  his  majesty  adore ! 

Jehovah's  voice  sounds  through  the  skies. 
While  lightnings  flash  and  thunders  roar* 

2  I  sit  becalm'd  while  others  fear ; 

The  God  of  Thunder  is  my  all ; 
It  is  my  Father's  voice  I  hear. 
Nor  shall  I  by  his  thunder  fall. 

3  No  :  while  his  lightnings  flash  around, 

Although  the  earth's  foundation  move, 
I  stand  secure  on  faith's  firm  ground, 
I  rest  in  his  unchanging  love. 

4  Nothing  shall  fright  my  soul  from  God, 

Should  he  the  skies  this  moment  rend ; 
He  is  my  only  safe  abode, 
My  Rock,  my  Refuge,  and  my  Friend. 

HYMN  364.  C.  M. 

1  T>EYOND  the  glittering  starry  sky, 
Jj  Far  as  th'  etetnal  hills : 

There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 
Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Immortal  angels,  bright  and  fair, 

In  countless  armies  shine ; 
At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  "  Hail  Prince!"  they  cry,  "for  ever  hail  I 

Whose  unexampled  love 
Mov'd  thee  to  quit  those  blissful  realms, 
And  royalties  above." 

4  Through  all  his  travels  here  below, 

They  did  his  steps  attend ; 
Oft  wond'ring  how,  or  where,  at  last, 
This  mystic  scene  would  end. 

5  They  saw  his  heart  transfix'd  with  wounds 

With  love  and  grief  run  o'er, 


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They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 

Which  none  e'er  brake  before. 
6  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above. 

To  bear  him  to  his  throne  : 
Clapp'd  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried 

*'  The  glorious  work  is  done." 

HYMN  365.  C.  M. 

To  he  sung  on  clearing  the  ground,  and  erecting  the 

Stand  for  a  Camp-Meeting. 

1  npHIS  sacred  spot,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

X    We  consecrate  by  prayer; 
Thy  pow'r  and  goodness  may  we  see, 
Display'd  in  mercy  here. 

2  While  we  prepare  and  clear  the  ground, 

O  Lord,  our  hearts  prepare  ; 
And  while  we  pitch  our  tents  around. 
Lord,  spread  thy  glory  there. 

3  Erect  thy  banners,  heavenly  King, 

As  we  the  Stand  erect ; 
Many  Preachers  thy  salvation  bring. 
And  souls  to  thee  direct. 

4  Didst  thou  of  old  thine  Israel's  camp 

With  clouds  of  glory  crown  ? 
By  day  a  cloud,  by  night  a  lamp! 
Thus  here,  O  Lord,  come  down. 

5  Now,  Lord,  before  our  longing  eyes, 

Thy  glory  here  reveal. 
And  let  us  from  the  lofty  skies. 
Thy  sacred  influence  feel. 

6  May  angels,  round  this  chosen  spot, 

Encamp  by  night  and  day; 
May  each  in  order  fill  his  lot. 
To  preach,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

HYMN  366.  C.  M. 
Camp-Meeting  a  pleasant  sight. 
1  TTOW  pleasant  are  these  tents,  O  Lord, 
.O.  Where  thy  dear  children  meet 
To  speak  and  hear  thy  blessed  word, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet. 


296  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  From  distant  places  they  have  come, 

And  sweetly  here  agree ; 
They  find  it  here  a  pleasant  home. 
To  meet,  O  Lord,  with  thee. 

3  Of  past  experience  they  converse, 

They  talk  thy  mercies  o'er, 
Thy  love  and  faithfulness  rehearse, 
Thy  goodness  they  adore. 

4  They  mingle  here  their  friendly  hearts. 

And  pledge  their  faithful  vows ; 
While  God  to  them  his  love  imparts, 
As  if  in  his  own  house. 

5  They  carry  hence  the  holy  flame, 

Which  in  each  bosom  glows ; 
They  spread  the  savour  of  thy  name, 
And  on  thy  grace  repose. 

6  Prepare  them  all  to  carry  home 

An  evidence  of  grace ; 
That  others  may  in  future  come. 
To  seek  thy  glorious  face. 

,      HYMN  367.  C.  M. 

Breaking  up  of  Camp-Meeting. 

1  lyrOW,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair, 
JL\    And  as  you  pass  along, 

Employ  your  hearts  in  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

2  Praise  God,  whose  mercies  brought  you  here. 

Whose  goodness  keeps  you  still ; 
Whose  grace  with  joy  your  souls  can  cheer, 
Whose  power  subdues  your  will. 

3  Praise  him  for  what  your  ears  have  heard. 

For  what  your  eyes  have  seen  ; 
Praise  him  for  what  has  here  occurr'd. 
For  all  you  feel  within. 

4  Improve  the  strength  you  here  have  gain'd 

To  do  his  holy  will : 
Improve  the  knowledge  here  attained. 
To  love  and  serve  him  still. 

5  Let  not  the  world  have  cause  to  say. 

You  serv'd  your  God  for  nought ; 


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But  grow  in  grace  from  day  to  day, 
As  you  have  here  been  taught. 

6  To  friends  and  neighbours  all  around, 

O  let  your  graces  shine  ; 
In  ways  of  holiness  abound, 
And  live  a  life  divine. 

7  And  now,  my  Christian  friends,  adieu, 

May  Jesus  with  you  dwell ; 
May  grace  and  peace  abide  with  you : 
"  So  now,  dear  friends,  farewell." 

8  Farewell,  and  to  your  homes  repair, 

And  as  you  pass  along ; 
Employ  your  hearts  in  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

HYMN  368.  P.  M. 
Social  Worship. 

1  "DRETHREN,  this  is  sweet  employment, 
J3  While  we  meet  to  pray  and  sing. 
This  indeed  is  sweet  enjoyment. 

In  the  presence  of  our  King. 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Make  the  place  with  praises  ring. 

2  Who  can  tell  the  heavenly  pleasure. 

In  this  pious  sweet  employ  1 

Here's  a  vast,  unfading  treasure. 

Which  our  social  souls  enjoy. 

Hallelujah!,  Hallelujah ! 

Shout,  and  sing  aloud  for  joy  1 

HYMN  369.  P.  M. 
The  Rainbow. 

1  TTOW  grandly  the  bow  stretches  over  the  sky, 
XX  The  token  of  covenant  grace, 
Reflecting  its  beauties  to  every  eye. 

And  shows  us  a  reconcil'd  face. 

2  The  dark  clouds  arise  to  obscure  the  bright  day. 

And  scatter  their  horrors  around ; 

The  fearful,  amazed,  are  ready  to  say, 

That  judgments  will  surely  abound. 

3  But  when  they  behold  this  beautiful  sight, 

Their  fears  are  dispell'd  from  the  mind. 


293  MISCELLANEOUS. 

This  heavenly  token  affords  them  delight, 
They  to  thunders  and  clouds  are  resign'd; 

4  'Tis  thus,  when  the  storms  of  adversity  roll, 

Our  fears  are  excited  and  rise, 
Till  covenant  mercies  appear  to  the  soul. 
And  Jesus  enlightens  our  eyes. 

5  Then  justice,  and  mercy,  and  truth  arecombin'd. 

In  covenant  goodness  and  love, 
Sweet  peace,  joy  and   pleasure  expanding  the 
mind, 
It  longs  for  God's  presence  above. 

HYMN  370.  P.  M. 

1  rriHY  glory.  Lord,  the  heavens  declare, 

X    The  lirmament  displays  thy  skill ; 
The  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air, 

Temp§*st  and  calm  thy  word  fulfil ; 
Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech. 
And  night  to  night  thy  knowledge  teach. 

2  Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear. 

Well-known  the  language  of  their  song. 
When  one  by  one  the  stars  appear. 

Led  by  tliB  silent  moon  along. 
Till  round  the  earth,  from  all  the  sky, 
Thy  beauty  beams  on  every  eye. 

3  Waked  from  thy  touch,  the  morning  sun 

Comes  like  a  bridegroom  from  his  bovver. 
And,  like  a  giant,  glad  to  run 

His  bright  career  with  speed  and  power ; 
— Thy  flaming  messenger,  to  dart 
Life  through  the  depth  of  Nature's  heart. 

4  While  these  transporting  visions  shine 

Along  the  path  of  Providence, 
Glory  eternal,  joy  divine. 

Thy  word  reveals,  transcending  sense ; 
— My  soul  thy  goodness  longs  to  see, 
Thy  love  to  man,  thy  love  to  me, 

HYMN  37L  P.M. 

1  /Ti  OD  is  my  strong  salvation, 

VJ  What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 

In  darkness  and  temptation, 

My  light,  my  help  is  near :    , 


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Tht)ugh  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  to  the  tight  I  stand ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 

With  God  at  my  right-hand  ?  ' 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance, 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 

When  faint  and  desolate; 
His  might  thine  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love  thy  joy  increase ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen ; 

— The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 

HYMN  372.  P.  M. 

1  /^  ALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

\y  Rest  beneath  the  Almighty's  shade ; 
In  his  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismay'd : 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  Shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee. 

In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

2  From  the  sword  at  noon-day  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence. 
In  the  depth  of  midnight  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence ; 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver. 

When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver. 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 

3  Only  with  thine  eye,  the  anguish 

Of  the  wicked  thou  shalt  see, 
When  by  slow  disease  they  languish, 

When  they  perish  suddenly: 
Thee,  though  winds  and  waves  be  swelling, 

God,  thine  hope,  shall  bear  through  all ; 
Plague  shall  not  come  nigh  thy  dwelling, 

Thee  no  evil  shall  befall. 

4  He  shall  charge  his  angel-legions. 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep, 
Though  thou  walk  through  hostile  regions, 
Though  in  desert- wilds  thou  sleep; 


300  MISCELLANEOUS. 

On  the  lion  vainly  roaring, 
On  his  young,  ihy  foot  shall  tread. 

And,  the  dragon's  den  exploring, 
Thou  Shalt  bruise  the  serpent's  head. 

5  Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection. 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above  : 
Thou  Shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble. 

He  will  hearken.  He  will  save. 
Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double. 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

HYMN  373.  P.  M. 

1  f\  COME,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 
kJ  In  God  our  salvation  rejoice; 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving  record 

His  praise,  with  one  spirit,  one  voice : 
For  Jehovah  is  King,  and  He  reigns. 

The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne ; 
The  strength  of  the  hills  He  maintains, 

The  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own. 

2  The  sea  is  Jehovah's ;— He  made 

The  tide  its  dominion  to  know ; 
The  land  is  Jehovah's ;— He  laid 

Its  solid  foundations  below : 
O  come  let  us  worship,  and  kneel 

Before  our  Creator,  our  God ; 
— The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal, 

—The  flock  whom  He  guides  with  his  rod. 

3  His  wrath  let  us  fear  to  provoke. 

To  dwell  in  his  favour  unite  ; 
His  service  is  freedom,  his  yoke 

Is  easy,  his  burden  is  light : 
But,  oh!  ot  rebellion  beware. 

Rebellion,  that  hardens  the  breast. 
Lest  God  in  his  anger  should  swear 

That  we  shall  not  enter  his  rest. 


HYMN  374.  P.  M. 

ene,  when  this  mat 

Shall  have  vanished  like  a  cloud ; 


1  f\  THE  scene,  when  this  material 


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When,  amid  the  wide  ethereal, ' 

All  the  invisible  shall  crowd ; 
And  the  naked  soul,  surrounded 

With  innumerous  hosts  of  light, 
Triumph  in  the  view  unbounded, 

And  adore  the  Infinite. 

2  In  that  sudden,  strange  transition. 

By  what  new  and  tender  sense. 
Shall  she  grasp  the  mighty  vision. 

And  receive  its  influence? 
Angels,  guard  the  new  immortal 

Through  the  wonder-teeming  space 
To  the  everlasting  portal, 

To  the  spirit's  resting-place. 

3  Will  she  there  no  fond  emotion. 

Nought  of  earthly  love  retain? 
Or,  absorbed  in  pure  devotion. 

Will  no  mortal  trace  remain  ? 
Can  the  grave  those  ties  dissever, 

With  the  very  heart-strings  twin'd  ? 
Must  she  part,  and  part  for  ever. 

With  the  friends  she  leaves  behind  ? 

4  No ;  the  part  she  still  remembers : 

Faith  and  hope,  surviving  too. 
Ever  watch  those  sleeping  embers. 

Which  must  rise  and  live  anew : 
For  the  widow'd  lonely  spirit 

Mourns  till  she  be  clothed  afresh. 
Longs  perfection  to  inherit, 

And  to  triumph  in  the  flesh. 

5  Angels,  let  the  ransom'd  stranger 

In  your  tender  care  be  blest. 
Hoping,  trusting,  free  from  danger, 

Till  the  trumpet  end  her  rest ; 
Till  the  trump  which  shakes  creation 

Through  the  circling  heavens  shall  roll. 
Till  the  day  of  consummation, 

Till  the  bridal  of  the  soul. 

6  Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being  ? 

Can  I  trust  an  angel's  care  ? 
O  thou  merciful  All-seeing, 
Beam  around  my  spirit  there! 


802  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Jesus,  blessed  Mediator, 

Thou  the  dreary  path  hast  trod ! 
Thou  the  Judge,  the  Consummator, 

Shepherd  of  the  fold  of  God  ! 
7  Blessed  fold !  no  eye  can  enter, 

And  no  friend  departeth  thence  ; 
Jesus  is  their  sun  and  centre. 

And  their  shield  omnipotence  : 
Blessed— for  the  Lamb  shall  feed  them, 

All  their  tears  shall  wipe  away. 
To  the  living  fountains  lead  them, 

Till  fruition's  perfect  day. 

HYMN  375.  C.  M. 

For  a  Sunday  School. 

1  /^UR  gracious  Father,  God  and  King, 
\J  Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high  ; 
Who  did  from  darkness  nature  bring. 

And  rules  the  earth  and  skyc 

2  He,  whenon  earth,  did  children  take 

And  bless  them  in  his  arms — 
He  lov'd  them  for  his  mercy's  sake, 

And  kept  them  from  alarms. 
i.  We  children,  Lord,  assemble  here 

Instruction  to  receive ; 
To  learn  the  path  of  filial  fear 

To  guide  us  how  to  live. 

4  Bless  us  again,  we  do  beseech, 

Smile  on  us  from  above — 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  to  us  reach, 
And  teach  us  Thee  to  love. 

5  We're  prone  to  evil  every  day. 

And  fear  we  oft  oiTend ; 
We  often  wander  from  the  way — 
Our  thoughts  to  evil  tend. 

6  But  when  we  to  reflection  turn. 

The  evil  then  is  seen ; 
Our  little  hearts  with  shame  do  burn, 
To  think  how  bad  we've  been. 

7  Oh  grant  us  grace  and  strength  to  learn 

To  do  thy  holy  will ; 


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And  may  our  little  feet  stand  firm, 
On  Zion's  beauteous  hill. 

8  Then  to  the  path  of  holiness 
Our  eager  steps  we'll  bend, 
And  fear  no  danger  or  distress, 
Whilst  Thou  dost  stand  our  friend. 

HYMN  376.  P.  M. 

1  "171 AR  above  yon  glorious  ceiling 
X^    Of  the  azure  vaulted  sky, 
Jesus  sits,  his  love  revealing 

To  his  splendid  troops  on  high. 

2  Hosts  seraphic  humbly  bowing, 

At  his  feet  they  prostrate  fall ; 
Saints  and  angels  all  avowing, 
God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

3  Could  we  leave  our  foolish  dreaming 

Of  a  fancied  heaven  below, 
And  see  Jesus'  glory  beaming. 
How  our  soul  would  long  to  go. 

4  Earth  by  us  would  then  be  spurned. 

All  its  vanity  subside ; 
Fuel  fit  for  to  be  burned, 
All  its  honours,  pleasures,  pride. 

5  From  the  general  conflagration 

We  should  to  God's  refuge  fly ; 
Clasp  the  hope  of  our  salvation, 

Live  in  Christ,  in  Jesus  die. 
We  in  him  our  rest  regaining, 

All  its  blessedness  should  prove  ; 
O'er  our  foes  victorious  reigning, 

Perfected  in  spotless  love. 
7  We  should  for  his  day  be  waiting. 

When  the  full  reward  is  given  ; 
When  the  glorious  work's  completed, 

Jesus  takes  his  church  to  heaven. 
S  Pure  from  every  stain  of  nature, 

There  in  holiness  to  shine; 
Moulded  like  its  great  Creator, 

All  immortal,  all  divine. 


304  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  377.  S.  M. 

1  T\ID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
JLr  And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  ev'ry  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

Angels  with  wonder  see ; 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  Omy  soul. 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep— 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

HYMN  378.  P.  M. 

1  TTAIL  the  happy  consummation, 
XX  Hail  the  time  when  all  is  done ; 
Christ  appears  to  full  salvation, 

Perfects  what  he  first  begun : 
Hail  the  Lord,  to  earth  returning, 

Awful,  fearful,  joyful  day  ; 
Valleys,  plains,  and  mountains  burning : 

Flaming  skies  are  swept  away. 

2  Hear  the  awful  trumpet  sounding; 

See  the  nations  all  draw  near ; 
Come  to  judgment  still  resounding. 

Till  it  reaches  every  ear  : 
Sinners  call  for  rocks  to  hide  them; 

Saints  repeating.  Come,  Lord,  come: 
Angels  mission'd,  now  divide  them; 

Jesus  speaks  their  final  doom. 

3  Hear  the  sentence,  not  reversed. 

See  the  mighty  gulph  between  ; 
Come,  ye  blessed— Go,  ye  cursed. 

Closes  up  the  awful  scene  : 
Shout,  ye  saints,  behold  your  Saviour, 

View,  and  tell  his  bleeding  wounds, 
This  will  give  you  joy  for  ever, 

Whilst  the  sinner  it  confounds* 


MISCELLANEOUS.  305 

HYMN  379.  L.  M. 

1  /^  AMP- MEETINGS  with  thy  presence  crown, 
V-/  And  show'r,  O  Lord,  thy  blessings  down ; 
Fill  every  heart  with  holy  zeal. 

And  all  thy  righteousness  reveal. 

2  O'er  all  our  hosts  do  thou  preside, 
And  all  our  various  movements  guide ; 
The  praying  companies  attend, 

And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  friend. 

3  Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  thy  sons, 
And  visit  thy  anointed  ones  ; 
May  every  virgin  trim  her  lamp. 
And  glory  rest  upon  our  camp. 

4  May  prayer  and  praise  united  rise 
Like  holy  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

In  all  our  hosts  display  thy  power ! 
May  souls  be  born  again  this  hour! 

HYMN  380.  P.  M. 

1  A  S  the  serpent  rais'd  by  Moses, 
Jljl  Healed  the  burning  serpent's  bite, 
Jesus  thus  himself  discloses, 

To  the  wounded  sinner's  sight ; 
Hear  his  gracious  invitation, 

*'  I  have  life  and  peace  to  give, 
I  have  wrought  out  full  salvation — 

Sinner,  look  to  me  and  live." 

2  "  Pore  upon  your  sins  no  longer, 

Well  I  know  their  mighty  guilt ; 
But  my  love  than  death  is  stronger; 

I  my  blood  have  freely  spilt. 
Though  your  hearts  have  long  been  hardened, 

Look  on  me,  it  soft  shall  grow, 
Past  transgressions  shall  be  pardoned, 

And  I'll  wash  you  white  as  snow." 
Gracious  Saviour,  we  adore  thee, 

For  thy  precious  life  and  death ; 
Melt  each  stubborn  heart  before  thee, 

Give  us  all  the  eye  of  faith ; 
From  the  law's  condemning  sentence. 

To  thy  mercy  we  appeal, 


306  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Give  us,  Lord,  unfeigned  repentance, 
And  our  pardon  kindly  seal. 

HYMN  381.  P.  M. 

1  TITHEN  I  set  out  for  glory, 

f  T    I  left  the  world  behind. 
Determined  for  a  city, 
That's  out  of  sight  to  find, 

CHORUS. 

And  to  glory  I  will  go— 

And  to  glory  I  will  go— I'll  go,  I'll  go. 

And  to  glory  I  will  go. 

2  I  left  my  worldly  honour— 

I  left  my  worldly  fame — 
I  left  my  young  companions 
And  with  them  my  good  name. 

3  Some  said  I'd  better  tarry— 

They  thought  I  was  too  young 
For  to  prepare  for  dying  :— 
But  that  was  all  my  theme. 

4  Come  all  my  loving  brethren. 

And  listen  to  my  cry ; 

All  you  that  are  backsliders 

Must  shortly  beg  or  die. 

CHORUS. 

And  to  begging  I  will  go— 

And  to  begging  I  will  go — will  go,  will  go. 

And  to  begging  I  will  go. 

5  The  Lord  he  loves  the  beggar, 

Who  truly  begs  indeed; 
He  always  will  relieve  him 
Whene'er  he  stands  in  need. 

6  T  do  not  beg  for  riches, 

Nor  to  be  dressed  fine : 
The  garment  that  he'll  give  me, 
The  sun  it  will  outshine, 

7  I'm  not  asham'd  to  beg 

While  here  on  earth  I  stay ; 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  watch— 
And  I'm  not  asham'd  to  pray. 


;  MISCELLANEOUS.  307 

8  The  richest  man  I  ever  saw- 

Was  one  that  begg'd  the  most ; 
His  soul  was  fiU'd  with  Jesus, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 

9  And  now  we  are  encouraged, 

Come  let  us  travel  on 
Until  we  join  the  angels, 
And  sing  the  holy  song. 

And  to  glory  I  will  go,  «&c. 
HYMN  382.  P.  M. 

1  'nniS  my  happiness  below, 

X    Not  to  live  without  the  cross; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know. 

Sanctifying  every  loss  : 
Trials  must  and  will  befal ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 

This  is  happiness  to  me. 

2  God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 

Of  affliction,  pain  and  toil; 
These  spring  up  and  stop  the  weeds 

Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil : 
Trials  make  the  promise  sweet. 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet. 

Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here. 

No  chastisement  by  the  way ; 
Might  I  not,  wdth  reason  fear 

I  should  prove  a  cast  away? 
Bastards  may  escape  the  rod. 

Sunk  in  earthly  vain  delight ; 
But  tht  true-born  child  of  God 

Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 

HYMN  383.  P.  M. 

1  XTE  heavens  rejoice  in  Jesus's  grace, 

X    Let  earth  make  a  noise  and  echo  his  praise, 
Our  all-lcving  Saviour  hath  pacified  God, 
And  paid  for  his  favour  the  price  of  his  blood. 

2  Ye  mountains  and  vales  in  praises  abound. 
Ye  hills  and  ye  dales  continue  the  sound, 


308  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Break  forth  into  singing  ye  trees  of  the  wood, 
For  Jesus  is  bringing  lost  sinners  to  God. 
3  Atonement  he  made  for  every  one, 
The  debt  he  hath  paid,  the  work  he  hath  done; 
Shout,  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus's  love. 

HYMN  384.  C.  M. 

1  /^  REAT  God,  where'er  we  pitch  our  tent, 
vT  Let  us  an  altar  raise; 

And  there,  with  humble  frame,  present 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

2  To  thee  we  give  our  health  and  strength, 

While  health  and  strength  shall  last ; 
For  future  mercies  humbly  trust, 
Nor  e'er  forget  the  past. 

HYMN  385.  C.  M. 

1  I^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  thine  influence  shed, 
vy  And  realize  the  sign. 

Thy  life  infuse  into  the  bread, 
Thy  power  into  the  wine. 

2  Effectual  let  the  tokens  prove, 

And  made,  by  heavenly  art, 
Fit  channels  to  convey  thy  love 
To  every  faithful  heart. 

HYMN  386.  P.  M.  i 

1  "OATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost,  j 
J    One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  Oife, 
As  by  the  celestial  host. 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done; 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

2  If  so  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live. 
All  my  actions  sanctify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receite: 
Claim  me  for  thy  service,  claim 
All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 

3  Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers. 

Take  my  mem'ry,  mind,  and  will 


MISCELLANEOUS.  309 

All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel ! 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  and  do; 
Take  my  heart— but  make  it  new. 

HYMN  387.  C.  M. 
Before  Class-Meeting. 

1  /^PEN  a  window  in  our  breast, 
KJ  That  each  his  heart  may  see ; 
And  let  no  secret  be  supprest, 

Since  all  is  known  to  thee. 

2  Our  fig-leaves  all  be  cast  aside. 

Let  no  self-soothing  art 
Conceal  the  lust,  t'  indulge  the  pride 
Ofa  foul  hellish  heart. 

HYMN  388.  C.  M. 
After  Class- Meeting. 

1  TT^ORGIVE  the  sins  which  we  confess, 
X;    The  burden  of  our  souls ; 

And  hear  the  mutual  fervent  prayer, 
That  makes  the  sinner  whole. 

2  To  all  through  faith,  which  is  in  thee» 

A  perfect  soundness  give ; 
And  let  us,  from  all  sin  set  free, 
The  life  of  Jesus  live. 

HYMN  389.  P.  M. 

1  A  UTHOR  of  life  divine, 
J\.  Who  hast  a  table  spread, 
Furnished  with  mystic  wine, 

And  everlasting  bread, 
Preserve  the  life  thyself  hast  given, 
And  feed,  and  train  us  up  for  heaven, 

2  Our  needy  souls  sustain 

With  fresh  supplies  of  love, 
Till  all  thy  life  we  gain, 

And  all  thy  fulness  prove. 
And  strengthened  by  thy  perfect  grace, 
Behold  without  a  veil  thy  face. 


310  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  390.  P.  M. 

1  "DLESSED  Lord,  be  thou  our  teacher, 
-O  Helper,  counsellor,  and  guide ; 
Speak  the  promise  through  the  preacher. 

And  the  hearing  ear  provide. 

2  Vain  is  learning,  parts  or  merit, 

Vain  the  native  powers  of  man ; 
Jesus !  send  thy  Holy  Spirit, 
To  display  the  gospel  plan. 

HYMN  391.  P.  M. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour. 

Rest  upon  us  from  above ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord  ; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  can  not  afford. 

HYMN  392.  L.  M. 

1  "T^ISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing.  Lord; 
XJ  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 

And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty  thou  art  good ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesu's  blood; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all— Depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  393.  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow^^. 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above  ye  heavenly  host. 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


INDEX. 


As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound  . 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe    . 

Almighty  love  inspire  my  heart,  &;c 

A  soldier,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made    . 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 

At  every  moment  of  our  breath    . 

Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair   . 

Among  the  Jewish  captives 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 

A  fountain  in  Jesus,  which  runs  always  free 

Awake  and  sing  the  song     .... 

Adieu,  my  dear  brethren,  adieu, 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace 

Almighty  sov'reign  of  the  skies    . 

As  when  the  weary  trav'Uer  gains  . 

A  few  more  days  preserve  me  here 

And  live  I  yet  by  power  divine 

Angel  of  God  whate'er  betide 

Appear  great  God,  appear  to  me 

At  evening  to  myself  I  say  . 

As  shipwrecked  mariners  desire 

As  the  serpent  rais'd  by  Moses     . 

Author  of  life  divine 


Behold  that  great  and  awful  day 
Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door  .        . 
Behold  the  wretch,  whose  lust  and  wine 
Before  Elisha's  gate  .... 

Begone!  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near 
Bright  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense    . 
Burst  ye  emerald  gates  and  bring 
Brethren  see  my  J^sus  coming 
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312  INDEX. 

Behold  the  man  threescore  and  ten 
Behold  the  Prince  of  life  .       .       ^ 
Brother  thou  art  gone  before  us, 
Behold  the  Saviour  on  the  cross 
Brightness  of  the  Eternal  glory    . 
Beyond  the  glittering  starry  sky 
Brethren,  this  is  sweet  employment 
Blessed  Lord  be  thou  our  teacher    . 

Come,  O  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 
Come  all  ye  poor  sinners,  that  from,  &c. 
Come,  my  soul,  and  let  us  try 
Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
Come  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  . 
Come  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Come  sisters  and  brothers,  who  love,  &c, 
Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
Come  and  taste  along  with  me    . 
Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  now 
Come  listening  angels,  attend  while  I,  &c, 
Come  brethren  and  sisters  that  love,  &c. 
Come  all  ye  weary  travellers 
Come  and  taste  along  with  me 
Children  of  God,  renounce  your  fears 
Come  all  ye  wand'ring  pilgrims  dear 
Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed 
Come,  christian  brethren  ere  we  part 
Christ  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 
Christ  is  set  on  Zion's  hill, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day     . 
Children  are  God's  peculiar  care 
Can  we  believe  thy  precious  word 
Child  of  prosperity    .... 
Come  thou  long  expected  Jesus    . 
Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above 
Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation  . 
Camp-meetings  with  thy  presence  crown 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  thine  influence  shed 


Dear  Jesus!  here  comes  and  knocks,  &c. 
Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 
Drooping  souls,  no  longer  grieve     . 
Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 
Death,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors 


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INDEX. 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid  - 

Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know 

Dearest  Jesus  though  unseen  .... 

Daughter  of  Zion !  awake  from  thy  sadness  . 

Delight  and  softest  sympathy 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep    .       .       .       . 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord     . 

Encompass'd  by  clouds  of  distress  . 
Encouraged  by  thy  word      .... 
Ever  nigh  to  those  who  call     .... 
Elijah's  example  declares      .... 
Enlisted  in  the  cause  of  sin     . 


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From  whence  doth  this  union  arise     . 
From  the  regions  of  love,  lo !  &c. 
Farewell  my  dear  brethren,  the  time,  &c. 
Farewell  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone    . 
Farewell  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you,  &c, 
Faith  is  the  Christian's  prop    . 
Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,   . 
For  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God  and 

King? 

From  whence  these  direful  omens  round 
Forth  in  thy  strength,  O  Lord,  L  go     . 
Full  of  trembling  expectation 
Forth  at  thy  call,  oh  Lord,  I  go 
Father  of  eternal  grace    . 
Fare  ye  well  ye  favourite  few. 
Father,  to  thy  protection 
Fair  shines  the  morning  star 
Far  above  yon  glorious  ceiling 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 
Forgive  the  sins  which  we  confess 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 
God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints 
Great  God,  who  hear'st  our  sighs 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 
Give  me  the  faith  which  can  remove 


my 


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INDEX. 


Glory  to  thee  whose  powerful  word     .        ,  208 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken          .  .    280 

God  is  my  strong  salvation  ....  298 

Great  God,  where'er  we  pitch  our  tent    .  .    308 

Hark !  the  Jubilee  is  sounding     ...  14 

Hark!  hark!  what  sounds  are  those,  &c.  .      16 

Hail!  sov'reign  love  that  first  began  .       .  30 

How  lost  was  my  condition     ....  37 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds         .  67 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace       ...  81 

Hosanna  to  Jesus,  I'm  fiU'd  with  his  praises  82 

How  firm  a.>fQ|indation,  ye  saints,  &c.        .  86 

Hark,  lisp&.  to  the  trumpeters         .        .  .    102 

Hear  what,  Crod  the  Lord  hath  spoken         .  142 

Hail  the  i)lest  morn  when  the  great,  &c.  .    153 

Hark !  the  heralds  of  salvation    .        .        .  157 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord          .        .  .    161 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation        .        .        .  176 

Hail  the  day  so  long  expected  .        .        .  .    178 

How  beautiful  the  sight        ....  190 

His  mercies  in  Jesus^enew'd,          .        .  .    193 
How  dreadful  is  jffe^sinner's  fate 

How  often,  Lord,'fta?ve  I  believed            .  .    209 

Hail,  happy  believer  in  Jesus !      .        .        .  221 

Hark  the  song  of  jubilee          ....  222 
How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys 
How  sad  are  the  moments  when  wandering. 
How  strange  is  the  course  that  a  Christian 
He  lives  who  lives  to  God  alone 
How  peaceful  is  the  closing  scene 
Hasten,  O  Lord,  the  latter  day 
How  welcome  is  this  news 
Help,  O  help,  my  great  Creator 
How  pleasant  are  these  tents,  O  Lord 
How  grandly  the  bow  stretches  over  the  st 
Hail  the  happy  consummation     . 


In  evil  long  I  took  delight 

I'm  tired  wiih  visits,  modes,  and  forms 

I  long  to  see  the  season  come 

I'm  on  the  road  to  Canaan,  &c.    . 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways     . 

In  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice    . 


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&c.  239 
&c.  244 
249 
264 
275 
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292 
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297 
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10 

27 
70 


INDEX. 

*'  I  love  the  Lord"  is  still  the  strain 

I've  'listed  in  the  holy  vi^ar 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  &c. 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation 

In  de  dark  woods,  no  Indian  nigh 

In  time  of  tribulation 

I  take  thee  at  thy  gracious  word, 

If  life's  pleasures  charm  thee 

I  love  my  blessed  Saviour     . 

I  am  on  my  way  to  heaven 

If  death  my  friend  and  me  divide 

Is  God's  peculiar  people  mine 

In  age  and  feebleness  extreme     . 

Jesus !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 
Jesus,  at  thy  command 
Jesus!  and  shall  it  ever  be 
Jerusalem  my  happy  home 
Jesus,  while  he  dwelt  below 
Jesus,  God  of  our  salvation     . 
Jesus,  Lord,  our  hearts  inspire     , 

Laden  with  guilt,  sinners  arise 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends 

Lo !  we  see  the  sign  appearing    . 

Lord  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  thee 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet 

Lord  of  the  wide  extended  main     , 

Lord,  and  am  I  yet  alive 

Lord,  without  thy  great  salvation   - 

Let  all  men  rejoice  in  Jesus  restored 

Let  wordly  minds  the  world  pursue 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  &c. 
Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David 
'Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  (fee. 
My  dearest  friends  in  bands  of  love 
My  heart  and  my  tongue  shall  unite  , 
Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case 
My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love 
Many  voices  seem  to  say 


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Messiah  full  of  grace 

My  Saviour  from  the  wrath  to  come 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour  . 

No  words  can  declare,  nor  fancy,  &;c. 
Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go     . 
Now  in  Jesu's  name,  I  pray     . 
Now  glory  be  to  God,  we  can  hear,  &c. 
Naked  into  the  world  I  came 
Now,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair 

O  hearken  sinners,  we  have  cause 

O!  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn 

Or  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin 

O  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love  . 

O  why  should  unbelief     .... 

O  how  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of  God 

O  Jesus  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit    . 

O  Jesus  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art,  &c. 

O  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame 

O  Zion,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 

O  that  I  had  some  humble  place 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit 

O  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 

O  how  charming,  O  how  charming 

O  thou  in  whose  presence,  &c.     . 

O  that  I  had  a  faithful  friend 

Our  Master,  Jesus,  reign'd  above 

O  Lord,  how  great's  the  favour 

O  my  Lord !  I've  often  mused 

Oh  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud 

O  for  that  bright  and  glorious  day 

O'er  the. realms  of  Pagan  darkness 

O  joyful  thought,  O  rapturous  words  . 

O  Lord,  our  grateful  tongues  would  fain 

O  mighty  growth  of  deathless  seed 

Oft  hast  thou  Lord  in  tender  love  . 

O  thou  faithful  God  of  love 

O  thou  whose  wise  paternal  love    . 

Our  joy  is  a  created  good 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 

O  how  extensive  is  thy  grace 

O  let  Jehovah's  liberal  hand    . 


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O  how  shall  a  sinner  perform 

O  Father  of  all,  who  fillest  with  good 

O  come,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord    . 

O  the  scene  when  this  material 

Our  gracious  Father,  God,  and  King  . 

Open  a  window  in  our  breasts 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 
Prepare  a  thankful  song 
Peace  be  to  this  habitation  .  .     . 

Prest,  my  soul,  with  future  prospect 
Pilgrim,  burden'd  with  thy  sin    . 
Praise  we  him  by  whose  kind  favour 
Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 

Richest  source  of  purest  pleasure 
Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  king 
Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings    . 
Returning  to  his  throne  above 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  &c. 

Stretch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 

Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  and  look  yonder 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure     . 

Sinners,  the  warning  hear    . 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 

Saviour,  I  do  feel  thy  merit 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 

Sweet  muse  descend,  and  bless  the  shade 

Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love    . 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending    . 

Sing  to  the  Lord  above 

Shall  foolish,  weak,  short-sighted  man 

She  saw,  she  took,  ehe  ate 

Stay,  thou  too  happy  sinner,  stay 

Saviour,  who  ready  art  to  hear    . 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

See  how  the  Scriptures  are  fulfilling 

Saviour,  give  us  power  to  pray 

See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands 

Sweet  were  the  sounds  that  reach'd  our 

See  ye  heirs  of  sure  salvation 


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Sometimes  a  light  surprises 
Satan,  the  world,  and  sin 
Servant  of  God,  well  done 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord    . 
Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 

The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray 

Throughout  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  &c. 

The  voice  of  fr^e  grace,  cries  escape,  &c. 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound 

There  is  a  heaven  o'er  yonder  skies 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure 

The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord 

Through  tribulations  deep 

The  people  called  Christians,  &c. 

The  Lord's  into  his  garden  come 

The  sacred  ties  of  friendship 

The  wondrous  love  of  Jesus 

There  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus  . 

There  is  a  holy  city 

The  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh 

To  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope 

Though  in  the  outward  church  below 

The  fields  are  all  white,  &c.     . 

The  old  Israelites  knew  what  it  was,  &;c. 

They  must  be  as  the  troubled  sea 

The  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels,  &c. 

The  long  expected  morn 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show 

The  Lord  shall  come !  the  earth  shall  quake 

The  children's  angels  always  view 

The  harvest  of  my  joys  is  past 

The  men  who  slight  thy  faithful  word 

The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above 

The  sentence  passed  on  Adam's  race  . 

Thee  in  the  watches  of  the  night     . 

Thou,  Lord,  hast  bless'd  my  going  out 

The  wretched  man  of  sorrow 

To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies 

The  schools  of  scribes  and  courts  of  kings 

The  great  God  of  love,  now  hath  shined 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 

Tempted,  tossed,  troubled  spirit 


